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Peaches In The Darling Sun

Rest

Oh, dear rest.

How beautiful to touch your softness, so.

When I, the weary boned,

have assaulted this body

with your skeleton friend, exhaustion.

How sweet it is, this sigh of the deep.

How darling to fall to the earth

and know this motherly love

has filled my day to its gilded brim.

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Day Seven. Golden are the crops of weary season.

By brookecutler2

Liver of life, lover of everything. đź’•

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