Poem.
Stand showing exquisite corners including windows,
Larm living outside,
Chink in the hills equestrian,
Restless flight of the crow.
Sidewalk with flowers pitch,
Ca-ntr-a dream of hot summer
When love lies empty.
And wanting, to how much time,
Turned the smoke haze.
I hid in a guitar,
Wandering the old road.
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