Perpetual YearningA Poem by Sleep Practice
when the sun presses on my skin
when the moonlight bleeds in I think of you when the tide rolls in when the water tightens on my skin I think of you in keys broken in brass that is worn in the coming storm I will think of you
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Added on December 13, 2017 Last Updated on November 15, 2020 Author
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