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Where wind wilts women
with wicked wilderness,
why writhe when we would win?
Were we wrong, woeful, white
with what would work when
wandering within.
Welcome warmth wants
wildflowers where worlds
wore 'way.
Wishes wrought wisdom with
weary women who work
war waylay.
About the Creator
Jenna Sedi
What I lack in serotonin I more than make up for in self-deprecating humor.
Zoo designer who's eyeballs need a hobby unrelated to computer work... so she writes on her laptop.
Passionate about conservation and sustainability.
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Comments (1)
Liking the rhythm of it. Going to have to spend some time absorbing it.