postcard poem, by melanie and erin
Blessed be, that we dreamed, lived, San Francisco.
With our hearts to the sea, pulsating, bleeding with energy.
Seeing not with our eyes, but with a divine spiral interwinding,
people, music, the dream, and unity.
peace, praise God, alas.
With our hearts to the sea, pulsating, bleeding with energy.
Seeing not with our eyes, but with a divine spiral interwinding,
people, music, the dream, and unity.
peace, praise God, alas.
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