Mar 2016
I walk with you
through fields
of thorn
my bare feet,
bleeding
bearing the
lesions
of Wednesdays
where your footsteps
ceased
no longer leaving
behind trails......
through fields
of thorn
my bare feet,
bleeding
bearing the
lesions
of Wednesdays
where your footsteps
ceased
no longer leaving
behind trails......
Prompt: blister
(Australia)
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