August 5, 2016

young joints, or a sonnet for someone i think i know

her graceful hand, more fragile than the rain,

like a call to the angry heavens above,

more melancholy than an artist's pain,

holds soft. yet tightly. onto twisted love.

her nails are crescents like the hiding moon,

her th...

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