Dreaming my way to you

For all your roads you’ve left

no one real one,

just this scent and broken twig

and heady subjugation.

	Julie on Still deeper within
	spanishwoods on Further still
	summer with monika on Psalm 151
	Julie Fissinger on Austria
	Julie C Fissinger on The graduate

	Julie on Still deeper within
	spanishwoods on Further still
	summer with monika on Psalm 151
	Julie Fissinger on Austria
	Julie C Fissinger on The graduate

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