With a glass of water
save the desert angel.
Birds
writing first letters.
Your sentences are pretty,
just like your sisters,
the fruit from the Mount can run astray.
The sea spills out.
In it we wash our sins.
Please rinse the tub after you're done.
The sun is on high seas.
Let them prepare the most beautiful
wedding
for our bodies with children's
names.
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