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The wistful cry of anxiety of birds that have flown away. They're the sunsets of expectation and the smoke of hope.... You'll walk out in the morning mist tomorrow you'll leave home. Early. And you'll walk through them my poems. In the style of Roberto Matta, by Jeremy Mann, by James Gurney
inspiration from Наталья И-ва's Unsent Letters