bald

bald

A Poem by winter;lyra

fetch me a sip
eternal bliss
called it first
you know the gist
i'm quite a shift
no barter, i slip
and maul her
shriek a pound on my soul
wish i had no doors on my home

© 2019 winter;lyra


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Added on February 24, 2019
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winter;lyra
winter;lyra

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