Category: Love Poems
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You Have Left Us But Sometimes Gales Of Laughter Still Precede Me Down These Lonely Halls
Picture: Fin (Just Before The Bomb Makes Bubbles Of Us All) By Ben Heart and Flow Anciano.
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what a cup of apple tea now sings to me at midnight
Artwork: Where We Said We’d Meet (In Dreams), By Ben Heart
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some human moths prefer the burn of a more intimate orbit
Artwork: lustful for a dusk, By Ben Heart.
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