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Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
Well Old Son: Part One
I Tangled stars hang like barbed wire in mutilated skies, in blemished horizons of empty-green & broken-blue lines. A single image: female, stretched sideways, effortless hills, faded rosebuds, scarred thighs, haunts the darkness of closed eyes.
By Stevi-Lee Alver3 years ago in Poets






