BEAUTY
SWEET AND ROSY
SOFT GENTLE TO THE TOUCH
THEY SEE YOU FROM ABOVE
NOT A GLANCE TO WHAT'S UNDERNEATH
YOU ARE READING
Lost
PoetryOne day the parasite in my chest That scratches and pest Will eat its way out & leave me to rest O N G O I NG 2018
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BEAUTY
SWEET AND ROSY
SOFT GENTLE TO THE TOUCH
THEY SEE YOU FROM ABOVE
NOT A GLANCE TO WHAT'S UNDERNEATH