Lone Thorn
Flicker of folklore, mazy as a March weather-vane. Barbed wire, tangles; how quickly sex smells like decay. It's that fining to a point I have a problem with--splitting the thread, draggling the tension. Sparks and crackles, dissipated power. Durst not gather, nor gather round, nor deck with rags
Poor shall, poor may, poor Martha Ray
Anna Reckin
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I love this poem!
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