A beautiful thing is a dynasty,
deathless,
as unhinged as the wind!
I'm cuffed to it,
in graphite and words,
I blow kisses at it,
hoping to sit in its pallor
of suns.
copyright 2021
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Author:
cabalo blanco (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: January 4th, 2021 10:36
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Comments1
Good read
thank you!
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