Photographs keep running, street by street their...
forges brilliant tributes to years of collecting...

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She sleeps in distorted holes...

Where have you stayed, how have you come?
To share the exact word of faith's reminding...

I taste the heat of summer's past afternoon,
even though night has cooled like a canopy...

When I am touched by tomorrow's rays,
I know I will need to stay alongside motivation...

I can't breathe without his light
blazes of air, fierce invite...

On the eve of spring, you sway from willow's wing
to meet me at our own arched, glowing garden...

I feel their lingering whisper,
that hint of another world...

I could never leave you
Not even if death pressed upon us...

Caring through smiles,
Learning from reading...

This plague that keeps suffocating you,
only survives on society's lack of faith...

Wherever your home is,
may your mind be at peace...