Fated to shadows
like ghosts in the night
longing for bodies
glimpsing at life
lost in oddity
dreaming of place

Defined by
in our scrolling hands
on our swollen fingers

Bound by
fragments of sentiments
blue light, white noise,
moonlit promises

Reflections of

Our fairy tale
turned Grimm
and died with Halloween

My bones look good
against yours

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Scattered Love Letters

Celebrating and sharing expressions of love.

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