Wilson Cemetary

The outskirts of the cemetery, By my favorite big old pine, I laid five baby kittens, Near sacred land as all cemeteries are, Five miles from where they died next to my heart, In my.hands, With my fallen tears upon them, Now I don’t have to trust a male neighbor when he looks at meContinue reading “Wilson Cemetary”

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