Wear rosemary on a rainy day
Please thank you
I'll take you in my arms
And crumple into the closest, oldest, primal comforts
Or should we consider the heavier ones:
Birch pine cedar
Burn them perhaps
Pyre away that surface involvement
Be the single radiance
And cuddle In wolf pelts
And those looks that ask everything
Of the small furnace inside us
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