A collection of hauntingly lovely poems by Lucy Watkins. “Let this book be me as I would give myself to you, this pen unweave. The fabric taut inside my mind, these ornamental curving lines, a pattern form. Let sensual red, like wine that bursts my heart, now freed.”
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