Break
my tendrils were not to consume him
teach me how
i am bruised
and i stagger through the minutes away
asking,
is this love?
This poem was written by soulspin on Jan 12, 1999.
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my tendrils were not to consume him
teach me how
i am bruised
and i stagger through the minutes away
asking,
is this love?
This poem was written by soulspin on Jan 12, 1999.
No comments yet.
