Sleeping to be wanted
with and for love,
I drifted far from the harbor.
Sailing into August,
light rain gathered
in the pools of your eyes.
There, I found gold.
with and for love,
I drifted far from the harbor.
Sailing into August,
light rain gathered
in the pools of your eyes.
There, I found gold.




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