In My Other Life, I am a Hemlock
not minding the night's indifference to day
In My Other Life I am a Hemlock
In my other life I am a hemlock, my limbs sculpting prayers disguised as cones, transcribing storms into love letters written in every language; wanting nothing but to harbor generations of wren, swift and swallow to camouflage flickers just for the sake of it to…
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