Moonflower
No container can contain her, Glassy-hearted, Broken-eyed, Neither blood nor wine sustain her, Tongue -taken, Breath-tired, Dead-tied, As shards of sun creep up the wall She longs to sleep, Afraid to fall, Wasted, Smashed, She leans until She’s spilling down the windowsill
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Leny
Poetry and Hums aren't things which you get, they're things which get you. And all you can do is go where they can find you. -- Winnie the Pooh
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