" The river's tent is broken: the last fingers of leaf Clutch and sink into the wet bank. The wind Crosses the brown land, unheard".Cry. And cry. Till a wet smile crosses the bank of your mouth...
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" The river's tent is broken: the last fingers of leaf
Clutch and sink into the wet bank. The wind
Crosses the brown land, unheard".
Cry. And cry. Till a wet smile crosses the bank of your mouth...
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