three new year's poems
the purpling river runs down my hands
gray wisdom’s flesh, sliced open, oozing. the seeds sprout innocently
the birth of ugliness, crying— green wonders
Labels: poetry
three new year's poems
the purpling river runs down my hands
gray wisdom’s flesh, sliced open, oozing. the seeds sprout innocently
the birth of ugliness, crying— green wonders
Labels: poetry
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