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Plush
the wall, it's solid.
the ear is full of sound
of pounding.
in said relentless ideas.
I have wagered all on you.
it was the best fall since
cashmere in rain.
but it's still leather and
i harden.
poor wretch doesn't.
know.
the ropes.
hands can burn down to my
core. plaster, it hides.
it lives with smooth runs up.
never one to quench;
cool, my face
it traces.
You.
Jessica Orr 2021
the ear is full of sound
of pounding.
in said relentless ideas.
I have wagered all on you.
it was the best fall since
cashmere in rain.
but it's still leather and
i harden.
poor wretch doesn't.
know.
the ropes.
hands can burn down to my
core. plaster, it hides.
it lives with smooth runs up.
never one to quench;
cool, my face
it traces.
You.
Jessica Orr 2021
Published 14th Oct 2021
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