Wind — O at the Edges

Wind That it shudders through and presages an untimely end, that it transforms the night’s body and leaves us breathless and wanting, petals strewn about, messenger and message in one, corporeal hosts entwined, that it moves, that it blends, that it withdraws and returns without remorse, without forethought, that it increases, expands, subtracts, renders, imposes […]

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