Leska

A Poem by Anna

Love arrives like a consequence that

Eros himself would find laughable-

Somewhere in the fog of sickness

Kerosene lamps and glowsticks crack

Asunder in my bastardized heart.

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Added on December 23, 2020
Last Updated on December 23, 2020

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