Milky wind soar her
Languid shadow puppy ache
Shine motherly skin
About symphony lake spray
Lather mean finger honey
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Tag: Skin
October Poem 53: The Bag of Bones
“Reality continues to ruin my life.”
― Bill Watterson
Why are you pealing
Them back so far? Your eyes. Your
Skin. Your breath. You are
Gonna need them to hold in
Your life to hold back your bones.
therichardbraxton 