a voice forgotten like the passage of time
slipped our bodies into strangers
skin shed twenty-six times -
since our final exchange of words,
my memory clings to the hue of your strands
woven intricately through the self I now wear,
naive in these blood-filled vessels
powerless to govern entangled spirits
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MY DIGITAL DIARY : POETRY, THOUGHTS & JOURNAL ENTRIES PART TWO
Non-FictionHI LOVELIES <3 Welcome to the continuation of my first book "Poetry, Thoughts & Journal Entries" where I write at least something, no matter how mediocre, every single day! Feel free to go back & read or comment on any entries within my first book...
