Clockery

Clockery

A Poem by Elizabeth Deane
"

Ghosts 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

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Elizabeth Deane
Elizabeth Deane

FL



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I'm an 18-year old girl in love with gothic narratives, romantic moods, obfuscation, and exercising way too much empty prose. :) more..

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