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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!
septemper held the corner of my cotton dress and
whispered to me that she had prepared my...
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...
even my Daisies sprouted thorns...
Be the kind of friend you wish you had.