By Nadia Solis
Chase me not!
Though young of heart,
my bones are as glass
not yet tempered
My skin is bible Thin pages,
and the lines of my being
are India Ink watered down
And Left to bleach
in the nonexistent mercy
of the sun.
Making sure our words fork lightning.
By Nadia Solis
Chase me not!
Though young of heart,
my bones are as glass
not yet tempered
My skin is bible Thin pages,
and the lines of my being
are India Ink watered down
And Left to bleach
in the nonexistent mercy
of the sun.
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