Nov 2013
An angel in the stomach of poetry
Eating the spirit that makes me bleed
Betrayed lips that force me to drink
Blinded hands deprived of touch
The distance of my creed
Eating the spirit that makes me bleed
Betrayed lips that force me to drink
Blinded hands deprived of touch
The distance of my creed
(45/F/Michigan)
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