Ash
By Al Aaraaf
hungover her head rests on pillows bloodless sheets of dark tresses brimming over (a million diamonds blackened undone) dust and dust againThe only poem of mine that I truly feel I like. I'll probably hate it tomorrow. Written February 3rd, 2002 © on Feb 03 2002 02:08 PM PST 10 • 0
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