![]() Christopher//Brooklyn BridgeA Poem by Alexandra
Restrict my airflow
Between utterance of vowels Compressed heat between two bodies Hair strands over the mattress Red marks painted over my petite body Bruised hands for garnish Someone had to do it Thankfully it was you © 2019 Alexandra |
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Added on May 11, 2019 Last Updated on May 11, 2019 Author
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