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Cathy

Cold rain, grassy moors
Windsong echoes chilling bones
Forbidden, moonlit

Pale cheek, eyes like ice
Fingers trail promises lost
Trackless paths wander

Quicksilver mood switch
Lashes, eyebrows beckon come
Lay down beside her



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Written on 2016-02-19 at 13:10

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Elle The PoetBay support member heart!
I'm glad you changed the letter :-) compulsory read when I was young

Elle x
2016-02-20


Nancy Sikora
Moody and chilling.
2016-02-19