we played Haydn together
you strung notes round my wrists
and held them there till the impressions
stayed in place
it was something to love
and cling to.
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little blue flowers
PoetryA collection of original poetry by Ella Petrichor. Highest Rank: #152 in Poetry (6/14/18) **COMPLETED** ::Excerpt:: "betrayal along the seams" A melancholic pallor lining her face She stood in the doorway Beating the shit out of that old rug As thou...
in memoriam
we played Haydn together
you strung notes round my wrists
and held them there till the impressions
stayed in place
it was something to love
and cling to.
