I feel an absence
in my heart
full of memories
of your skin light.
I grasped your breathe
in a whisper,
your bones, my solitude.
We break bones
and long rides,
as we walk slowly
outside us.
We Kiss, we paint landscapes
or watercolors in the sand.
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Wildest form
PoetryShe was the wildest form of the moon coast, So beautiful, So..... like words that might not have a meaning. That eventually, I found a typewriter of poetry, to dance childishly with her. Poetry that you can find on my instagram femmeradioactive sta...
