by Dretta Grace White
And home is gone
And the smooth
White stones
We walked along
Harmony’s transfigured
To offend and blend into
Darkest blackest shade
As if the light we shared
Were never made
if compression is the first grace of style
by Dretta Grace White
And home is gone
And the smooth
White stones
We walked along
Harmony’s transfigured
To offend and blend into
Darkest blackest shade
As if the light we shared
Were never made
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