Whatever happens next year,
I've swept you in the finest of linen.
Sown sunflower seed to rise you up again.
Touched the furthest distance,
named you Blue.
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Personal work from the late half of 2021
Whatever happens next year,
I've swept you in the finest of linen.
Sown sunflower seed to rise you up again.
Touched the furthest distance,
named you Blue.
-
Personal work from the late half of 2021