~ Friday, January 13 ~
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the wooden girl did not arrive on foot

she was suddenly there

ancient sea blooms covered up her head

her gaze and the roots of her hair

there she stayed and watched over us

she watched us slowly turn to dust

if we crossed the earth for a thousand years

and only the shadows knew us

i don’t want your laughter to waver

can you live in my absence

closed windows, but the moon still shines through

forbidden winds whistling for you

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