KIRA CASEY
deserted love
the buds of your tomorrow
your seeds shall live in my body
my day of harvest
ancient mother
into the ocean
and the winds will dance
go in peace
when love beckons to you...
of soft whisperings
pedal and soften
maybe
lush temptation//overgrowth
searching for potential
the eyes have it
sinking, sinking
the hollow
we've found it
refreshing the spirit
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