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In a word it is yearning;
it spills out of my mouth and condenses
on the cooler tiles.
And i let it go because i cannot
let it stay.
A flower that only opens when there is
too much to contain.
In a word it is yearning;
it spills out of my mouth and condenses
on the cooler tiles.
And i let it go because i cannot
let it stay.
A flower that only opens when there is
too much to contain.