Cold Wit

cold wit dripping from lips this back stroke breath breathes fire from flame charcoal bones to shame burn me through the night your overgrown insight wheelchair mind parapelegic sign wilted red rose tilted bled and supposed frozen below cold wit ?
Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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