places on my cheek at night.

with leaves of my estranged Autumn.

and adorn the branches of your reａｄ•9９csw.comriver

Never let me lose the marvel

is having no flower, pulp, or clay

a branchlrｅａｄ•９9cｓw.cｏmess trunk, and what I most regret

of your statue-like eyes, or the accent

If you are my h九*九*藏*書idden treasure,

if I am a dog, and you alone my mast九-九-藏-書er,

never let me lose what I have gained,

for the worm of my despair.

if you are my cross, my dampened pain,

the solitary rose of your breath

I am afraid of being, on this shore,