from Shy Green FieldsHugh Steinberg
Portrait with sky. Handling clouds. Does it seem you're in love? Does your love make the seasons subdivide? The clouds go over there, next to the window. When I am naked, the little hairs stretch out, they brush against your skin, also resembling clouds.
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