Tommy wandered his way over
To the fig tree before
Pliny began to speak.
I crouched next to Tommy
In the fig cave my body canvas.
I did not want to leave the protective
Grip of careful coordination.
August Poem 31
Tommy wandered his way over
To the fig tree before
Pliny began to speak.
I crouched next to Tommy
In the fig cave my body canvas.
I did not want to leave the protective
Grip of careful coordination.
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