For Jane
225 days under grassand you know more than I.they have long taken your blood,you are a dry stick in a basket.is this how it works?in this roomthe hours of lovestill make shadows.
when you leftyou took almosteverything.I kneel in the nightsbefore tigersthat will not let me be.
what you werewill not happen again.the tigers have found meand I do not care.