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This title is printed to order. This book may have been self-published. If so, we cannot guarantee the quality of the content. In the main most books will have gone through the editing process however some may not. We therefore suggest that you be aware of this before ordering this book. If in doubt check either the author or publisher’s details as we are unable to accept any returns unless they are faulty. Please contact us if you have any questions.
In these poems, the night can't always be trusted. Things get carried away, a woman's voice, body. But some of us refuse to parenthesis want forever behind a barbed wire fence, decide to mother the day in a spill of orchids, build a fortress in our children's imagination till even walking on a frozen bridge in a flimsy coat with your soul bleeding can feel like a work of art. To be in this company is contemplate the language of birds. To know that even amidst the plagues, there is a wild and holy spirit that seeks to carry us.
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This title is printed to order. This book may have been self-published. If so, we cannot guarantee the quality of the content. In the main most books will have gone through the editing process however some may not. We therefore suggest that you be aware of this before ordering this book. If in doubt check either the author or publisher’s details as we are unable to accept any returns unless they are faulty. Please contact us if you have any questions.
In these poems, the night can't always be trusted. Things get carried away, a woman's voice, body. But some of us refuse to parenthesis want forever behind a barbed wire fence, decide to mother the day in a spill of orchids, build a fortress in our children's imagination till even walking on a frozen bridge in a flimsy coat with your soul bleeding can feel like a work of art. To be in this company is contemplate the language of birds. To know that even amidst the plagues, there is a wild and holy spirit that seeks to carry us.