trauma
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Desdemona (Little Deaths Too)
Oh my dearest Desdemona,Silence buys a lot these days,Since my girls were overrun,By time and his flogged horses.In this murkwood field of dreams,Ed, if you’re still watching,I’m in the the the greening grass,With my little boy and my little death,Talking to the holes in the ground,Footfalls that never make a sound. Driven fierce under the…
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Little Deaths
Silence buys a lot these days,Since our girls were overrun,By time and its dead horses In your mirkwood field of dreams –With a little boy and the little death,Talking to holes in the ground,Footfalls that never makes a sound. Driven under the fallen night,Here for the echo of her crime,No part of me wants to…
A Fantazien Window 