Burn out

harsh treatment redirected

tonight and tonight left forever

we make our pilgrimage a pilgrimage (beating death)

mocking mother
with untitled castle

and the many parts that make up our bones

mere stones shaped by weather

mere shapes designed for glory

my French counterpart (done) left us selfish

FEMALE

bewildered with heart in sack

finished my

mix of tools for grandpa

to build fence with

to twist the wire and drive the posts