Black star by Sam the lynx

Jan 2019

Swelling face, which sees no light,
endless pits, forever descendant.
Caught your knife, skin of thorn,
pierced by arrows, yet love’s lost.

Heart of a dying love.

#love #uncertain

Written by

Sam the lynx 31/Cold, cold place.

(31/Cold, cold place.)

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