![]() Halfeti RoseA Poem by C Peril
Pupil rose, black
Where the Euphrates flows Swallowed into night's dark ecstasy By Halfeti, you wait for me Hands are buds, blessings, creeping to the silent skin I only grow where you are No other nectar to nourish, girl to cherish I am here in Halfeti
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Added on January 4, 2025 Last Updated on January 4, 2025 Author![]() C PerilGY, Humberside, United KingdomAboutCreeping quietly towards 30 years of age. Based in Nowheresville, England. Writer (if we're being liberal with the term). Reader. Hoper. Believer. Lover of music and LFC. more..Writing
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