by RoseinathornstacPalmer, Massachusetts, USA
Nov 2021 188 Views 0 comments
Rose in a Thornstack
Balance...
Two sides of the same coin.
All points in a circle.
Synapses
and metaphorical bloods.
Come together...
Forged up- from will to hand
to remind me of the reason.
So find me-
Rarest, rawest form.
I have learned
to howl my marrow out.
I have learned to love the silence.
I am ready.
Two sides of the same coin.
All points in a circle.
Synapses
and metaphorical bloods.
Come together...
Forged up- from will to hand
to remind me of the reason.
So find me-
Rarest, rawest form.
I have learned
to howl my marrow out.
I have learned to love the silence.
I am ready.
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Posted: Nov 2021
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