Now Waning--
Buzz,
Strung-Out Flesh Beckons...
More,
Infusions of it--
That Liquid Rush...
Quench It Might,
Eager Bud’s--
False Drought,
Seemingly...
Of No End.
The Reflections
Of
{Rose}
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PoetryWords. [Hand-Sewn] Of Seemingly Irrelevant--Phrases . . . Hung, Broken--Jumbled Letters--Of Thoughts, Day In . . . Day Out . . . The Reflections Of Rose. ECole789
