Consecrate me,
Concentrate on words' flourish
hide me in the earth deep down
hugged in soil, energy.
Wander with your fingers
along my bones.
Latin speak upon your tongue
along with forgotten, old spells
weaving knots to bind each one.
One and three and five and seven.
Nine to eleven, one more to hold it.
Never to be severed.
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Sad Girl
PoetryPoetry from a sad girl Ranging from love to heartbreak, happiness to sadness and feeling low to depression and so on. I hope people find that they can relate to what I write and by taking in the words that they find healing. All Rights Reserved Cop...
