It’s a day of red in the head and gray in the sky
cherry the last cactus blossoms fall in the dark
and in the dark fade back dry light to burn
and the snow melts back clear black against crescent bareness
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Barbara Guest
Santa Fe Trail I go separately The sweet knees of oxen have pressed a path for me ghosts with ingots have burned their bare hands it is th...
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Santa Fe Trail I go separately The sweet knees of oxen have pressed a path for me ghosts with ingots have burned their bare hands it is th...
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Love Tree Come, let us plant our love as farmers plant A seed, and you shall water it with tears, And I shall weed it with my hands until Th...
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