a rotting gold,
she is darkened with the wine of his eyes.
body heavy with the draping of night
pinned to cork,
feeding her fire,
laughter in the womb.
Aug 24, 2023
Aug 24, 2023 at 8:46 PM UTC
a rotting gold,
she is darkened with the wine of his eyes.
body heavy with the draping of night
pinned to cork,
feeding her fire,
laughter in the womb.
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