CYANIDE DREAMER
saturn rises from the valley of my neck and sets in the folds of my hell-drunken veins [ #1 in poetry, 1.25.19 ]
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saturn rises from the valley of my neck and sets in the folds of my hell-drunken veins [ #1 in poetry, 1.25.19 ]
I CRIED OUT FOR HELP BUT NOT EVEN I COULD HEAR ANY TRUTH IN IT collection of poetry © clamydia | 2018
a philosophical midnight pilgrimage through elusive facets of feeling & healing