Venus:
I stare into the mouth that holds your flesh ripping teeth, space that is your pain. Time of the essence, love floating like rings of Saturn. The Venus in her eyes, glistened to the beat of her heart, lit like a fire fly in the dark. Had I known then, if I knew now, time should’ve healed those wounds.
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Author:
Georgia Watson (
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- Published: June 29th, 2025 09:29
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