of flours and thorns and all thats me.

love me

in

the sweet

bayou

of

unconditioned

ways

at end

of nearly

all thats

near

in wake

of timeless

days

hold me

tight

and open

Now

as night

wraps soft

and fine

So finds

me

as a

willow wisp

held still

in death

of mine.

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