YOUR white shoulders
I remember
And your shrug of laughter.
Low laughter
Shaken slow
From your white shoulders.
Where the moon slants and wavers.
YOUR white shoulders
I remember
And your shrug of laughter.
Low laughter
Shaken slow
From your white shoulders.
Where the moon slants and wavers.
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