Boys and Girls
Girl With Scarlet-Smeared Lips has black stains creased under damp eyes, while she drags her ethereal chains up the stairs. Beneath the weight of her sorrow, her spindly heel snaps. Lurching, books tumble from her arms.
Boy With Blue-Streaked Curls grasps her elbow and reaches for the books.
“Thanks”. Her eyes smile.
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Poems
PoesíaPoems I have written from years ago to now. For any of you looking for a love poem, you most likely will not find one here (unless I write one in the distant future because for some reason my brain short-circuited and thought I it would be a good id...
