Shelter
When the sun falls hard
upon my bare skin
untie your hair
and let me grow
in the shelter
of your shadow.
upon my bare skin
untie your hair
and let me grow
in the shelter
of your shadow.
Poetry, Thoughts, Slices of Lightning.
death of the eternal death.
flight of the core as core of the flight.
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