ClockeryA Poem by Elizabeth DeaneGhosts love ghosts. Taken from a dream.
One such way
That head leans back Lip unable to touch It will be pretend Is this the FullBody joke? Knowing discomforts Discomfort that skin Exists It's being rubbed Maybe human But Not. © 2021 Elizabeth Deane |
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Added on January 31, 2021 Last Updated on January 31, 2021 AuthorElizabeth DeaneFLAboutI'm an 18-year old girl in love with gothic narratives, romantic moods, obfuscation, and exercising way too much empty prose. :) more..Writing
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