Lips almost blue
A lover’s seal departed.
There’s a river in her
That flows from the dead.
Rained down streets,
Rough wet humps.
No useful sheets… 24 more words
Return in anguish. A sad and tawdry end. I really like Riccarda. But she is like an angel of death. White hair, black eyes. Bony shoulder blades. 180 more words
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