Silver Mirror, and Brush by RMatheson

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Mar 18

Could you find me
if I were hidden in plain sight
unscented and delivered
on a platter you guilded in silver
that my hands went numb
polishing for you?

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RMatheson Beating tired bones

(Beating tired bones)

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