Acrid Soul
HURT (Acrid Soul)
Hurt
Lingers
on her tongue.
Lips unable
to adjust. Prayers be-
came her remedy. Lips
slowly moving; causing her
tongue to breathe yet again. In hopes
of not tasting another acrid
soul as he. Now, oft to the next entree.
Pace, G
INK-U-SCRIPT
05-07-2012
Copyright © Pace Ink-U-Script | Year Posted 2012
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