I wrote to you in broad bold letters.
I wrote it on a tree.
You know the one, remember
—it called to us from the middle of the garden.
Sassafras: our secret token.
Winter's stillbirth is soon upon us,
and our placement in the sun in peril.
But I have whispered it all to stones
now ****** into the sea.
Remember the tree, and pray I live long enough to dream in its hollow.
Oct 28, 2022
Oct 28, 2022 at 4:52 PM UTC
I wrote to you in broad bold letters.
I wrote it on a tree.
You know the one, remember
—it called to us from the middle of the garden.
Sassafras: our secret token.
Winter's stillbirth is soon upon us,
and our placement in the sun in peril.
But I have whispered it all to stones
now ****** into the sea.
Remember the tree, and pray I live long enough to dream in its hollow.
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