Hidden ConnectionsA Poem by VeritasexlogosWhat we do.
Her fingers carve
tracks in his naked back. Weightless flakes of marble collecting underneath. She sees what she makes. © 2010 Veritasexlogos |
StatsAuthorVeritasexlogosWorcester, MAAboutMy attempts at writing are nothing short than me trying to figure out what exactly to put in this very box. more..Writing
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