“her sandpaper snores, deep sonorous thunderstorm, comforting and quaint.”
‘like the frozen seed/longs for the warmth of springtime/so I, long for you’
“My heart’s your garden, So much more than everything, dancing fire girl”

"Tis not too late to seek a newer world"
“her sandpaper snores, deep sonorous thunderstorm, comforting and quaint.”
‘like the frozen seed/longs for the warmth of springtime/so I, long for you’
“My heart’s your garden, So much more than everything, dancing fire girl”