Originally posted on Modern Romanticism:
Outward,Past the rubble,The lights gleam a vesselIn my painstaking handsHolding a woman close,Of her rays,Upon her voyage. Weathered footprintsIn the icy ground.Loosened salt from the rooftopsOf my temples,For…
Originally posted on In Between:
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