The Flesh: a Billboard
Immeasurable,
unlabeled, word-
less by
studded
tears
and
voice,
APHONIC.
Only death by
tenderness
swoops down
as eternity
and her hands,
soft as fire;
as time
the flesh;
a billboard
the soul
neon lights.
:: 11-06-2017 ::
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