great comfortA Poem by winter;lyra
hardly dispersed
found needles in my purse loosely attached conundrum she's the culprit of this pickle devilish as a bill to a man in the woods her lips could be but they won't, for a reason deployed before a cause found lively through disregard any muse © 2019 winter;lyra |
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Added on February 24, 2019 Last Updated on February 24, 2019 Author
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