my brush drops rose petals onto the page
thunder shakes the windows
rain argues with the sky and drums a melody on the roof
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inaurata lingua
Poetrybook two. stars pour from a golden mouth ink drips from a bleeding tongue
c h r y s a l i s m
my brush drops rose petals onto the page
thunder shakes the windows
rain argues with the sky and drums a melody on the roof
