End Up
- Tim Martin
- Oct 31, 2019
- 1 min read
we fell into bed
like a fistful of yarrow
stalks
reading one
another's scars
like palms
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we fell into bed
like a fistful of yarrow
stalks
reading one
another's scars
like palms
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