D______ ______INS
DISTANT TERRAINS...In our distant terrains, yours of terra cotta, mine at this soft meadow, Did you tap my shoulder? I can feel it here from there. ^=;--.__. It must have been that night, a wailing otter, the wild call of your desire from afar, echoing under my covers. ^=;--._. Waking up hungry, too dark for breakfast. It's not toast that I want. (EL Soodak)
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