A Reply To 'The Field'
By JensPen
Broken, scattered, bent and bruised My hands, Empty vessels once so full of poppies Cradle memories I'm tomorrow's lover Breathing yesterday's rain. Your blossoms and your youth are Strangers, looking in I see you- Smile, twist, moan, and break. Written March 21st, 2002 © on Mar 21 2002 04:28 AM PST 10 • 0 • 1
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