I am a deep amulet.
A cornflower – blue,
I am a vision desire,
wicked,
and true. You will be a missed
vision,
and keep soft warnings
new.
This is an old old
way.
Old like a mountain.
Where couples kiss
in corners and a shadow.
Where the sunshine
rests, sits and wanders.
This place,
we have never visited,
and never left.
Home to all our babies.
Home to all our start.
This is an...
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