hello, my shaking limbs and sweaty palms!
i thought you’d never come; you are late,
for about an hour or two i was calm.
i thought: finally! 82 more words
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“Once you have heard the lark, known the swish of feet through hill-top grass and smelt the earth made ready for the seed, you are never again going to be fully happy about the cities and towns that man carries like a crippling weight upon his back.” 435 more words