Mar 2017
bring little, for I am a small room.
my clothes are yours and have always been lonely.
from nowhere
came beauty
to avoid
god.
bruise, ye
from nightgown
to blanket.
be kind, history
to those
in my dream.
my clothes are yours and have always been lonely.
from nowhere
came beauty
to avoid
god.
bruise, ye
from nightgown
to blanket.
be kind, history
to those
in my dream.
(48/M/Columbus, Ohio)
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