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[Sep. 18th, 2018|11:34 am] |
whisky mist descends on reservoir of beer here in the belly daughter, sixteen, dances with wife to perestroika-era melody a bonding song by the Daugava in the middle of nowhere Scent of Past rises with heat Small kids roll bales of hay Like I did in similar latitude along time away when further out in orbit see down there - Je cherchez la femme laughter and a lifetime of eternal swaying feminine understanding See I am observer with strings attached or waves... or something like that while time, beats and thougts are spent and the bones grow wistfully heavy in descent
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