wanted a house on the sea floor.
A south window, water birds in the garden and the wind blowing up there.
While others join the belongings, the clothes hanging and close the windows waiting for the storm, feeding the fish by hand.
Water will be another water but the water and rain. What water
set back the rivers feeding the sea we wanted by quarter. We open the doors
and hearts with a lock. Each keeps the key wrong, just in case.
will blow the wind up there. Shake the bridges. The wind will break the waves up there, where others dream home on the shores of this sea of \u200b\u200blight.
(and by chance this evening sounds a bit like that ...)
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