snow falling
morphology
He took her hand
And placed it on the wound
Peacefully
Pointing index finger on his
Youth
Now no birds were heard
Even hands were blind
Whispering through painted nails
Your voice
Endingmemoryhere
Asking with soft coils curling white _ you
Rotting red leaf light as seed undressed
Poetry by Emelén
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Written on 2014-01-12 at 01:38
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