Landscape IIIJill Alexander Essbaum
There is a bridge in the distance,
There is a bridge in the distance
I say to myself these words:
I am a bride in a red dress, the bloody
I can see only the bridge and its bearings.
discerning itself between beats
Of course not. How could that happen?
When she is born again, a woman's name
How can a birth be a death?
who has eaten from the tree. The wisest apple is one
listen to reading
blood and the holy grail
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