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I want to say that I am really bad at commenting, but I love reading poems, so I have probably read many poems of yours but left without commenting, I'm sorry.
And I love wisterias!
the sky is a mulberry pink
with tiny specks of the winter moon...
my body is falling apart
I try to pick up the pieces...
we are sitting in the verandah, talking,
and I hear everything but your words...
septemper held the corner of my cotton dress and
whispered to me that she had prepared my...
even my Daisies sprouted thorns...
Be the kind of friend you wish you had.