Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Jul 2017
Souls rub anguished atop altars altering not proto-Adam's rib dust ~ Stultifying the grip and grapple of Testamental Abraham's bib trust
Cold Connie Candice Clover, let's climb a clingingly-cautious,
****-cured, crisp cypress tree on fatherless-****-run Cyprus
𝘚𝘢𝘻𝘺 π˜‰π˜¦π˜³π˜­π˜ͺ𝘯𝘴𝘬𝘺
95
 
Please log in to view and add comments on poems