Apr 25
The way that dusk
is the bed of dawn,
enveloping its light
with a blanket of stars
The way her body
is intimately drawn,
to the shelter of night
caressing her scars
©
is the bed of dawn,
enveloping its light
with a blanket of stars
The way her body
is intimately drawn,
to the shelter of night
caressing her scars
©
(28/F/Canada)
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