May 2020
fresh crumbles fluffing on a graded road
propelled by the calcified touch of a heel-flipped flesh
looking through the cracked heel,
thank god, floating vapors calm the thirsty flensed skin
propelled by the calcified touch of a heel-flipped flesh
looking through the cracked heel,
thank god, floating vapors calm the thirsty flensed skin
Written by
Maria Mitea
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