5 A.M., JUNE 17
I dream in the cool of almost-morning the pearl-edge of daybreak In the garden the pea vine curls toward Orion peach leaves curve into voluptuous C's The long day opens gold as French wheatfields orgasms of wind surging against the panes BACK NEXT
I dream in the cool of almost-morning the pearl-edge of daybreak In the garden the pea vine curls toward Orion peach leaves curve into voluptuous C's The long day opens gold as French wheatfields orgasms of wind surging against the panes
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