Oct 2016
Wraiths pull strangers
into imaginary embraces
and pretend to feel
what isn't there.
Like butterflies and breezes,
some intimacies should
always be reserved
for the flesh.
into imaginary embraces
and pretend to feel
what isn't there.
Like butterflies and breezes,
some intimacies should
always be reserved
for the flesh.
(Mechanicsburg, PA)
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