moth finder one
a mouse in a thimble
maybe two
that's what I call home
flying
follow
the
thimble
on
my
finger
twisted thimbles
twisted dreams
ravens are black
but they don't like
rhymes
all the stars fit in a thimble Jötunn used long before us
blood outside the thimble
ice-blue eyes deep on me
hurt but survived
veredit@isabella.kramer
published on weird laburnum ed. Michael O'Brien 30. January 2020
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