the goreA Poem by wolfshrew
i am the shiver
i am falling through the cracks you know i am your woman, nothing more than a body body body nothing more than that. you are so magisterial it is magical on my skin, the next day when the remnants show you win, and I was searching for the prowess only to see the mirage where I mistook my eyes of fate as a smarter way to fall. look at those creeping sneak previews, did you hear the spoonerisms i couldn't yield? the life was her rhizome of gore, and when she left the roots would sprout more. © 2016 wolfshrewReviews
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