myself. Give me weapons


of minute destruction. Let
of minute destruction. Let
my words turn into sparks. (Marge Piercy)
my words turn into sparks. (Marge Piercy)

2 responses to “myself. Give me weapons”

  1. Ahhhh, look at those carpets of flowers! (Sighs the woman who was excited to see one California poppy and one locoweed bloom in her yard the other day…)

    xoxoxo

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