I throw back the shroud of tapestries Thick stitched with barbarous thread, hanging heavy like the echo of your words. Almond shaped blue green orbs squint, As the quick slant of light collide shifting my sleepy thoughts back into places meant for the living. I become like spring,uncurling from my hibernation. Wanting to thrive against The … Continue reading Curve
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