. and when i come to meet youthere are oranges buried in snowand grenades in fruit bowls.there is your smile that is lockedin a room filled with flammablesyour new bedroomyou tell me as you turn away.i take steps towards this ruined shrineand a ghost, wearing all the dead roses of our world,holds a spear of […]
«i will come to see you again» – Nayana Nair — it rains in my heart
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