Little Pieces Of What i See
silk on her ribbons
unravelings.
emerald crystals
throne chairs.
champagne splice
bubbles drip
soaking wet
entangles.
posted by Iudex Yasha at 9:35 PM
“I have lost my dewdrops!” Cries the flower to the morning sky that has just lost all its stars... All bleeding stops eventually. I am but a collection of particles, atoms that chose to suffer in unison.
posted by Iudex Yasha at 9:35 PM
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