Love in the Club
Ink stained hands,
A memento from
The night before,
Where a rush of
Euphoria took over,
And bodies did the
Talking where rosé
Tainted lips could not
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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...
