Chained to a time when
My skin was caressed
Like the fur of a dying animal
I'd do anything to go back
Or get it back
"Any spare change,
anyone?"
A withered slug, perking its head
Over smiling weeds, a so dedicated fiend
Compulsively magnetic... toward my body
Driving this car into the ocean
Sealing my fate in the envelope of your waves.
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Roses In Death
PoetryPoems strung together by notes, telling the story of a love that arrived and passed.
