Lily Grave
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Quake and HarborA Poem by Lily GraveWe are the legs and limbs of the trees, and our heart strings are likeroots addicted to the earth, but we are addicts of fault linesThey tremble us to.. |
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The MidA Poem by Lily GraveLittle ribbons of feathers waver down from the orchard from finch's who's lovers have been long dead. Saddened, they hum a slow melody and summon th.. |
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MigraineA Poem by Lily GraveWhence we became budded, only grace could be seen. Lock me to you. Mood, I am umoved by the sounds of your broken heart clock. And such is the life.. |
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