great comfort

great comfort

A 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