The Vessel by Leandra K BrossardMelancholy never rots, never spoils, just goes to seed.
It plants itself in likely soil, amongst the quiet breed.
I wished that it would never come, yet it found it's way to me.
So now I am a carrier, and I hope soon to be free,
But somehow I doubt that will be soon, and nothing comforts me. 12/26/2001 Posted on 12/26/2001 Copyright © 2024 Leandra K Brossard
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