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Jul 2016
in my little desert
under the desert sky
i built you a little home
out of my bones

i fed you tea and fresh bread
which i always made myself
just for you
keeping you alive delicately
always scurrying gathering
things which you love
to nourish your soul

i built a golden shrine for you
it was between my succulents
on my windowsill
Tessa
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Tessa  Botswana
(Botswana)   
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