La Lune
The Moon wrapped me
In her incandescent
Embrace & whispered
Sweet nothings to
My longing ears -
"Let go," she cried.
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Parchment and Perfume
PoetryThis draft represents the inner workings of my mind, among other things. All of my poems and prose will be cataloged here and available for feedback. Pieces will constantly be added or removed to fit the guidelines for any poetry submissions I have...
