proserpine / saturnineA Poem by jaye riveri. proserpine
not even your hands can carry my grief, so long, the bliss of youth and not knowing why what he’s done is wrong
there is a price for being a deity, a price to pay for eating the fruit that was forced pay for the hand that feeds to face these shadows astrologically? for generous patrons, discussed by
everything is if you’re me, i promise, everything is the end of the world if you’re with me. i’m familiar with your disposition, dark blue tears glisten like silk ribbon, do you want me too? say you want me, baby blue, everything is the end of the world and nothing is ever finished. © 2024 jaye riverReviews
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5 Reviews Added on October 24, 2023 Last Updated on July 11, 2024 Authorjaye riverAbouthello, i'm hoping to make friends and get feedback on my poetry. i'm 25 years old. feel free to say hi! i'm t.s. eliot's biggest fan more..Writing
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