| winter in we are flowers summer more than we are in winter flowers suckling aged breast for currency of one saluting nipple that we have become thirsty flowers winter in we are— when grey twined stunted grass, did we not for shadows search? and come up with nothing? but come in boredom for’ctober babies that we named holly because she winter love stuck around |
Monday, January 9
In Winter Flowers
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