jessica wickens

 
 

 

Turn to phantoms and vanish slow away

 

She had not
seen him break
she had not
the opportunity
out of hearing
took her here
took the/ out of him
wishing time a long one
remaining courage/ she
succeeded
the others jumping
let thorns be afraid/ leave later
Dear brother
remember a garden
so pleased but a short time

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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