LP No. 09 twirling

March 14, 2019 ~ nomisyar

eye
scent
reminisces
of a kiss
lost in
memory,
and firm resolve
dissolves into glee.

is this
what
it is to be free?

brittle chains
of lust will snap,
under strained
loves lost.

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I collect Spores, Molds, and Fungus. View all posts by nomisyar

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