Beliefs about life, love & everything in between. Poetry, photography & other musings.
Thursday, January 20, 2011
tainted, scarlet
skeleton thick & riddled with sin she washes bitter hands in rains of broken glass & leaves her dying hope rooted in the stars she is a Mozart eulogy of vintage frailties beauty in the dark, slowly dripping down my trembling thighs..
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