night blind
she sits achingly slow
next to the body
every wall shadow
watches as shoulders
on two wrists, bend
the form senses
the weight but stirs
only one eye.
untitled 2-1 (when love becomes a stranger)
Sending poetry to the world
Sending poetry to the world
night blind
she sits achingly slow
next to the body
every wall shadow
watches as shoulders
on two wrists, bend
the form senses
the weight but stirs
only one eye.
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