QUARANTINE
Together, we are
apart. Apart, we
shelter. Storm still,
but we are
battered, two sides
of a weathered stone
dyke, leaning
into each other, over
our hearting.
Together, we are
apart. Apart, we
shelter. Storm still,
but we are
battered, two sides
of a weathered stone
dyke, leaning
into each other, over
our hearting.
Posted by Zachariah Wells at 7:04 AM
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