LIII.
the moon is my sister
the sun is my brother
anxious, alone and spaced
dusty, scarred, but upright
my brother, good morning
my sister, good night
A
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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...
LIII.
LIII.
the moon is my sister
the sun is my brother
anxious, alone and spaced
dusty, scarred, but upright
my brother, good morning
my sister, good night
A
