Sleeping in Blue (Eileen Carney Hulme Poem)
I lean into you, we bury down in the dunes the breeze holds like a whisper you stroke my brown ...
I lean into you, we bury down in the dunes the breeze holds like a whisper you stroke my brown ...
We never really slept, just buried clocks in the sanctuary of night every time I moved you moved with me, ...
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