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 © Pipping Stars | Year Posted 2017
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