Category: Letters
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Reckless, Breathless, Deathless
I see colors Rainbows of bread Rye red Oat alabaster Wheat tangerine Pumpernickel papaya Now I’m walking along the lakeshore My presence sometimes aches My world is blue, but a good blue some days And my world is white, a soft white, like cloth I’m walking outside The Cold Harbor Resort My room is blue Read more

