____ but tonight
my
heart
is
too
small
to
hold
your
absence.
We love deeply ____
Excerpt from the poem ‘We Love Deeply’
From the Book ‘Song of Desire’
(Limited Edition Prints)
© Pete and Gesso
We Love Deeply
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