Wednesday, January 2, 2019

Dream Catchers


We slept together to protect from Dreams

Maybe no one could tell us were real or not
Dear lives clinging to each other by the fir 
Fall through 'till the moist dawn spills
           *** ~ Girard Tournesol http://www.thewatershedjournal.org/

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