open up my brain
sun-drenched
morning
on the porch
breeze in my curls
and the sound of water
the night in a blur
through smoke
through the haze
could I spend my summer here?
hiding away
birds, dogs, and parties.
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Telling my troubles to the horses head on the wall.
Telling my troubles to the horses head on the wall.
The Goose Girl
- The Goose Girl
- Telling my troubles to the horses head and whispering them to the stove.
The iron stove
If you are eavesdropping by the iron stove
or standing in the shadows near Falada's severed head,
if you are reading these words
please leave a comment now and then.
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