Jun 21
1 min read
True Rough Heart
You rip and twist
Like metal through wind blasts
Metal twisting and blasting
And not lasting.
Unclipped in gardens
Are growing brambles
Brambles thorning and growing
With vines flowing.
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The Junk Drawer of My Mind: Essays/Stories/Photographs
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