a thin rusting frame
is held up against broken glass,
frosted over by years of
sea salt
thick to breathe as snow,
South-easterly tangles my hair,
glosses my cheeks a cold rose
I cannot see myself
anywhere
Oct 9, 2016
Oct 9, 2016 at 3:08 AM UTC
a thin rusting frame
is held up against broken glass,
frosted over by years of
sea salt
thick to breathe as snow,
South-easterly tangles my hair,
glosses my cheeks a cold rose
I cannot see myself
anywhere
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