I tell her we are salted with fire.
She said nothing all night…
Then, because it was cold, I told her
The police and slaves have made a fire
Beneath the laurel tree.
And it went nowhere, all night…
Growing tired, I finally suggest that we return to the well.
I look outside and see the road has disappeared.
She knows me…
She said nothing all night…
Then, because it was cold, I told her
The police and slaves have made a fire
Beneath the laurel tree.
And it went nowhere, all night…
Growing tired, I finally suggest that we return to the well.
I look outside and see the road has disappeared.
She knows me…
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