My muse in hindsight
My lily of the valley
My first sip in the morning
My last phosphene of the dark
Your first lips to bury
Your last stroke of hunger
Your ashes to burn
Your end, middle and birth
Valkyrie, won't you take me to be yours?
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Oeuvre & Oeuvre Again
PoetryA collection of poems for working out the fog in my mind and about my characters ♡♡
