When I– relieved
Go on to join
The tree roots, and weeds, I
Do not go clean or white as a bleached bone
But silted and sooted and properly burned
For losing my world has left its scorch inside me.
Inbar Chava Frishman
This is my blog Like it, or not Some of it's good, (Most of it's not) But in the end, it Matters not; I Just needed someplace To ...
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