if you were
to undress
the light
in my eyes
you would
find your
soul-
swimming
like wind
through chimes
into
my
bones
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deadroses || poetry
Poetry"we had a vision though, now we dead roses" now, why did she send them? these broken down, wilted, beat up, rotten-looking flowers.
christopher poindexter
if you were
to undress
the light
in my eyes
you would
find your
soul-
swimming
like wind
through chimes
into
my
bones
