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May 2022
Speared, a
Bolt of sunlight like
A lightning strike from an open window.
Icarus, dancing--
Dracula, lost;

lips parted, soft, as if
In mourning.

A dead telephone hanging off the hook.

- the taste of your love leaves me empty -
madness
Written by
Ransom  24/F/Indiana
(24/F/Indiana)   
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