Hepburn Caraway

Rookie (New South Wales, Australia)

Biography of Hepburn Caraway

The wind in my hair, the song it plays through the tune of nature, the harsh caress of the chilly dawn...let it start and end my life, and send me on to the better world.

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Cry For Help

At sundown I cried for a savior,
At 9 o'clock I wept
But nobody noticed the battle
On the outside, my face kept
Every reason for locking the windows,
Every eyelid to my heart
Stayed open but barred all the doorways,
With a veil too thickly weaved.
No answer, so I stopped up my wishes,

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