reading my first new poem in some time
glowing soul; wringing clean
a poem by Gwevera Ninghtingale
illicit wares would wear her down glamored clowns were groomed to drown sinister; the ways he spoke deep inside; his lifetime's joke so broken free into the sea he bled the girl he birthed in me for all I showed him came right back my mirror's mark was draped in lack lessened lessons lost allure ticking talkers taught azure love was not a thing they saw twas just a porn within heart's paw they killed our loves to keep us glum except myself, for I had won
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