Feb 2018
I ****** the blood
off your cranberry hide and
I wiped my mouth
with the wail
of passing stars—
"twang" (a broken guitar)…
you’ve been the prize all along.
off your cranberry hide and
I wiped my mouth
with the wail
of passing stars—
"twang" (a broken guitar)…
you’ve been the prize all along.
(27/Denver, CO)
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