Silver Poetry

honest lines draw across her skin but he can’t see with blood in his mouth transmission continues I read your code pegged loosely whipping in the breeze making sin out of nothing he stared at her from the cross remain pure she turned around and tapped her red heels three times I don’t belong I […]

via untainted star — Silver Poetry

Author: Léa

A wanderer who has found home and herself in the South of France.

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