Gemma’s warmth as
she links my arm and
the world stops screaming…
*
You are an island dark with life;
A swan-hatched dream, taking flight;
A blue-shot cormorant, nestled in night.
*
Continue reading here
Gemma’s warmth as
she links my arm and
the world stops screaming…
*
You are an island dark with life;
A swan-hatched dream, taking flight;
A blue-shot cormorant, nestled in night.
*
Continue reading here
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