Handmade

Handmade Golden light on a square of overgrown grass and dandelions. I pull the shade. Yesterday in the damp night I shattered china on the porches on the walkways on the railings on the doorways on the thresholds Since I could not speak I wanted to bleed. Now that you have taken away the key I hate locks. Breaking and…

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