The Red Sun Memory
adorned with entangled, passionate screams.
Now I can barely feel your breath on me,
Like it was
(10/20/2017 - Poem for BrokenWings Poetry Contest: Dust Off a Memory)
Copyright © Nazarene Burgess | Year Posted 2017
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