Anna Zworykina

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I have scattered bitter blossoms along the path like pebbles. Radiantly, they release their scent, wilting into dark medicine beneath the green camphor flashes. They say it is the sparkle of my eyes, but you need not hide. I have long...

… I know you, this scent is so familiar, a nocturnal shimmer of damp woody earth rises. But I know it’s true that visions are rarely all they seem, I lie there moss-bedded. Yet when I know you, I can only see you blurred...