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cotton thread returning. light on the river bend loves the shape of your hand, the shape of your hand. we’re making shadows again, the sound of a book page turning paper to breath, your words blend with insects. it all gives a depth, as everyone leaves, to find comfort here with you, in the incense of grief. guess we all live in lines, in wrinkles, in mother cries, still the sun never lies. light resurrects where it’s blessed                        where it’s blessed

 

cotton thread returning. light on the river bend where it’s soft between your legs, soft between your legs. we’re playing music again, the song that you sent to me in the days before I left, days before I left. it all gives a depth, as a feeling can breathe, to remember that love, is the deep well of grief. guess we all live in lines, in wrinkles, in mother cries, still the sun always shines. light resurrects where it’s blessed, where it’s blessed.       where it’s blessed