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 C Fissinger on The graduate
	Julie on Peacocks loose on the Mei…
	ChasingDoubt on Paperback
	Julie on I’d so rather write…
	ChasingDoubt on Wind and grass

	Julie C Fissinger on The graduate
	Julie on Peacocks loose on the Mei…
	ChasingDoubt on Paperback
	Julie on I’d so rather write…
	ChasingDoubt on Wind and grass

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