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| Photo-Dig Mag A Ghost Story |
Oh, they weave in, out
Hazy remnants binding me
Ethereal threads
But, I have scissors whetted
Cleansed by night air, by starlight
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Photo Credit Ursula Gruber Jacobs 2020 No dear, he is Geranium robertianum, and I love him. Yes, it is true, he smells of stinky arm pits... -
Like laces Tied and tumbling Mute Like laces tied and tumbling Stagger, fits and st... -
Dread has this heavy feeling Rock in my tummy And this city leaves ash in my eyes So I take to the woods Moss cushioned steps and words I ca...
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