Juli Fusina

“IN”
Love And Mother Weep Hovering
And Thou Sittest Smiling In Thy Fearful
Symmetry Or Like The Bearing
Sleeping Lyca Lies Asleep Soon Angel

His Golden Band And Night My
Head And Naked And Weep For Her
Pitying Head Yet I Can By
Back Unhinderd Till He Seized His After

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meg’s oldfarmhouse

curatedbymegx:

FarmHouse sunroom☀️sunporch or sleeping porch— [megٹ my grandmother used her back porch as a summer’s sleeping porch. each spring she spring cleaned, added fresh linens, perhaps in addition cute curtains. We used it too, it was the coolest room in the house. This is why, the term sleeping porch was created, hot humid summer nights, were much better there. I miss those days!

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Robot Poetry

“IN”
Love And Mother Weep Hovering
And Thou Sittest Smiling In Thy Fearful
Symmetry Or Like The Bearing
Sleeping Lyca Lies Asleep Soon Angel

His Golden Band And Night My
Head And Naked And Weep For Her
Pitying Head Yet I Can By
Back Unhinderd Till He Seized His After