I am here, but my brain is still north, in the woods where life seems purer, each breath savored like a swallow of red I hold it in, save me from drowning.
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Your poem clenched at my heart as I related to it. So BEAUTIFUL! Thank you, Robin
1 comment:
Your poem clenched at my heart as I related to it. So BEAUTIFUL!
Thank you, Robin
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