Perhaps

to twist the wire and drive the posts
Burned out
harsh treatment

with untitled castle

(beating death)

mocking mother


tonight is tonight left forever

we make our pilgrimage a pilgrimage


with the many parts that make up our bones

mere stones slapped together by weather

mere shapes designed with glory

my French counterpart (done) with me

a 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