When did this begin Was it when I asked Was it just yesterday What is today again? I’m not sorry I’ve drifted Now I know which way is wrong Let’s try this again -Saschia
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Linen
Linens hang from me I stand to rebuild and restore what was lost The stench of death will stalk me These pains will ache and swell and ooze And after the burial has ended I will emerge naked, broken, and old one with the soil stuck to my palms Maybe I will master the artContinue reading “Linen”
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