don’t drink her poison
Unfurled -awaiting
this Holy precipice,
divulged lover
cloying, but not sweet -heavy
church bells rung three.
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don’t drink her poison
Unfurled -awaiting
this Holy precipice,
divulged lover
cloying, but not sweet -heavy
church bells rung three.
Comments are closed.
seasons: a poetic journey 
Almost… scary…
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The berries are beautiful.
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