Leucothea's Accidental DrowningA Poem by Onoma
Leucothea applies Bavarian cream
to her paired slit, tending to it with the waning crescent of no moon. as oval handheld mirrors base the trim of their metals on the philosophy of ornateness--perhaps Gold. gripped by nymphs, whose fingers flicker off when oceanic shatters gurgle up from temple steps.
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Added on June 6, 2024 Last Updated on June 6, 2024 Author
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