LXII.
"i can feel in every part of my being
the hum of being alive - a buzz deep in my soul telling me how my heart beats."
that was a long time ago.
i have not talked to my body in months.
i do not think
my soul would say the same thing anymore
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fifteen (XV)
Poetryi prick my finger on a rose in my garden. my blood is not red. i take the wind caressing my face as a silent apology. cover art made by doradorapuff on tumblr. [2015] thank you to everyone who shared with me these short poems as they were published...
