DeveinedA Poem by DorothyParker
It succumbed
to this with a final push and a sharp edge cut to the core all that once were stains in the skies windows of souls. Rage of blood unclean untouched flooding extremities abandoned. An unplugged chord.
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Added on July 22, 2016 Last Updated on July 23, 2016 Author
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