Salt-stained ichor sprays from golden lips
Poetry punctuated by piano notes
When I wake up, who will I be?
Glittering dreams slough down my spine to pool in muddled troughs of starlight
Raindrops track diamonds down the edges of a grimacing sky
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Author:
wren (
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Comments1
great imagery, thanks for sharing
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