Patti Masterman Gardens Poems

The night time wishes to gift you with something rare
but we have become too disillusioned to look for it.
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gardens flower in her blooming breath
my faces trellis there, linger vines
faint rumors; fueled histories of death
stilled hearts cut from holy valentines
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gardens flower in her blooming breath
my faces trellis there, linger vines
faint rumors; fueled histories of death
stilled hearts cut from holy valentines
...