XLV.
just because some days are better than others,
doesn't mean any day is particularly
good.
A
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fifteen (XV)
Poetryi 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...
XLV.
XLV.
just because some days are better than others,
doesn't mean any day is particularly
good.
A
