belief will be able to leave

[ belief will be able to leave its situation ]

My love is two crows
taking root in a field
of thistles

In love with you
against a white
backdrop soon there will be a wound

I dreamt
my head on your thigh
you limn a roadmap
I mean, highways somewhere

Goodbye kissing summer goodbye
I found a crow with multicoloured wings
and the mirage disappeared
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