| Lesley Pleasant |
| In rain My aloe withers Has so like a horse now corpsed (to course a trail of gluedrops) Bleeds boldly Without maples There: still snow The wood in carves is parceled into air sliced flesh this mitochondria-paused cringing [ Previous ] • [ Next ] ©All text is copyrighted and may be reproduced only with the express permission of the artist, all profits from reprint, transmission, etc., are the property of the author. Thank you....Lesley Pleasant |
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