L. V., i found this poem wriggling inside the green apple you left in my fridge
L. V., i found this poem running down the butter knife like blueberry jam
L. V., i found this poem backlit by moonlight
L. V., i found this poem scribbled on an old receipt
L. V., meet me at the epilogue
L. V., i found this poem everywhere the moon touched
L. V., i found this poem when god wasn't looking
L. V., i found this poem buried in the sand
L. V., i found this poem lying on the kitchen floor
L. V., meet me at the epilogue
L. V., i found this poem whilst staring at your favourite painting for too long that the lines started to blur and the colours looked like mud
Poetry. Prose. Free Verse. May explore dark/sensitive themes.
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