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his approach To love he said Was that of a farmer Most love like Hunters and like Hunters most kill […]
his approach To love he said Was that of a farmer Most love like Hunters and like Hunters most kill […]
it is written The act of writing is Holy words are Sacred and your breath Brings out the God in […]
the way loss seeps Into neck hollows And curls at temples Sits between front teeth Cavity Empty and waiting For […]
poem supposed to be about One minute and the lives of three women in it Writing it and up The […]
leaves and leaving call october home Her daughter releases wood Smoke from her skin Rich in scorpio Blood survived the […]