The Shell of Your Frame
Should you carry me, sweet fancy,
Only to descend flat into the ground?
Ashamed, I bear you now
Upon my weary shoulder - the shell of your frame
Ashamed of my name
Ashamed to the grave
March 21, 2015
Copyright © Laura Breidenthal | Year Posted 2015
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