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Sowing seeds for spring! |
| It becomes our usual way. Worlds and lifetimes whispered and seduced that night. Safely, hands sat in pockets. Absorbing words; eyes searched the sanctuary of a corner. Backwards, into where we can't be. Then, as Scorpio moon waxes; you bestow a gift... Beaming light sows our seed. Emotions breed ravenous; in their tiny tray. Put away. |