XXXI.
i close my book and put it down.
memories of you still haunt these walls.
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fifteen (XV)
Poésiei prick my finger on a rose in my garden. my blood is not red. i take the wind caressing my face as a silent apology. cover art made by doradorapuff on tumblr. [2015] thank you to everyone who shared with me these short poems as they were published...
XXXI.
XXXI.
i close my book and put it down.
memories of you still haunt these walls.
A
