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Aug 2019
the dolls house is small with pointed tracings

above the windows.

kept upstairs. unfinished & fitted with bunting

outside. a gift.





faded now.





there is not much inside.

sometimes i go to live there when

there is not much inside.



when i feel anxious,

a fragile day to hide

fragile way to hide.



peer out small windows, to peer in

make some reflection.



my bones are brittle, the skin comes drawn

now.



the dolls house .





curtains drawn, deplete to hide there.

deplete reside there while.

he made it

i use it

i photograph it

and not finish it

some things come minimal.





the dolls house

not much inside

the bones of it are

brittle.





remember.
Sonja Benskin Mesher
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       Clive B Dalton and JaxSpade
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