Nov 2017
be desolate
or
misconceived
intricate
when words
are matchless
they only go
so far
but your heart
stretches
like the tide
comatose
copious
water cemented in
your throat
or
misconceived
intricate
when words
are matchless
they only go
so far
but your heart
stretches
like the tide
comatose
copious
water cemented in
your throat
Written by
Lauren Biggs
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