Broken Or
broken or
spoken wings
nest
that
shelters me
eyes open
casting down
branded stars charades
paintings
of
stone glaciers
that
mine eyes
never drift
from heart
walk with me after you find you
talking to myself
?
additional information
time waited for me
bus stop windows
training away
from
me
my oh my
that bus fire
what child
?
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