Random June 26, 2020 bookshelf

by Everlasting   Jun 26, 2020


She was herself like some kind of bookshelf
which held hundreds of books that no one read
One of those books
had pictures of seas with mountains of trees
that no one dare see
and in those trees were roses of bones
dripping cold blood into her veins

so just so you know that’s who she is

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