I open a book by Joanne Witzkowski
I open a book.One brittle flower falls,Shudders into dust.No flicker of flameCould be as beautifuland as burningand as briefAs the memoriesthat perfumed powderevokes.- Joanne WitzkowskiMore from Joanne Witzkowski ↓@a.wannie on Threads & Instagram
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