for her who doesn't hear me
bracing yearning wind, and my voice pleading
unfolded pomegranate
running red
refusing fingers closing,turning,
black knees to black shirt
wind, frozen, solitary, palm on your blond head
unfolded pomegranate
running red
refusing fingers closing,turning,
black knees to black shirt
wind, frozen, solitary, palm on your blond head
posted by angela at 6:34 PM
1 Comments:
yes, I do remember.
everything stains.
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