Poetry: Body Talk

a hundred full moonsdancedsince chaos burned my curvy landscape to dust ashes swirl within cobwebbedcellstrapping festering gray memoriesinside oily rancid darkness sandbagged alone I awaitloveselectric sharp thundering tostorm my hollow heart awake

Poetry: Body Talk

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