A fragment from my old notebook entitled Love Letters, Memories, and Other Bruises:

the sun went down
and as i stroll along
the silent ground
i heard the song
of the low rushing wind


the twilight hour
filled with balsam air
eased the burden
of my searchihg soul


beloved,
tonight i will sleep alone
and remembering
the sins of your lips
still burning on my skin


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