all this time stealing poetry from myself
because because debt’s interest makes sense
all those fields’ haydreams ever unrolled
butterfly butterfly meadowsweet blown
all those souls loved-so love could not be
wallflower wallflower now you may breathe
A. H / K. H-H (17th November 2019)
Reblogged this on a blind catch in the sun and commented:
what was a moment of reprieve
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