Woodpecker
Clasps her stay abreast Of her daughter's life; How was your solstice? Surely, it was A different solstice from mine, your ecliptic Hardier than That of downside- Up-and-not, side-by-side Blinking eyes Spruced by the marathon of days. She in Her insomnia Beheaded by the footboard Every other day, A... Sign in to see full entry.