poetry relict She was all art along that hallway... by windstrewnSeptember 18, 2019 Comments 0 Apart; A dark too-dim For his starry heart. She was all art along that hallway; He limped every whim, Wincing them Away. Previous Post: Poetry: Triage https://windstrewn.com/2019/08/28/triage/ ON THE WIND:FacebookTwitterPinterestLike Loading... 0 comments on “relict” Leave a comment Cancel reply Δ Post navigation Previous Post Next Post
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