Small words create large landscapes.
'I love you' oh see the condor fly-
into a razor-sharp sunset, lacerate
your heart and hope to die.
All love emancipated.
Small words create large landscapes.
Coffee pots & ashtrays
the smell of her morning pomades
as she remembers our forays
in what was to become an uncomplicated violet haze.
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