- Yaira Ebanks
- 3 days ago
- 1 min read
your winter white may be covered in snow
mine carries a different glow
the calendar may read the same
but we play a different game
your cold perspective rings true
mine rings too, in a different hue
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See Allbite into flesh of the dying lick deception off my lip kick blind men crying walk through black eyes wide open brimmed red evil rushing through me it demands to be fed
I hover between shadow and light, drift amidst roots and flight.
my eyes sing fingers dance my body his instrument he winds, tunes, and plays me into the night my cadence flows it invites him to explore I shape and influence simplify and complicate he is mi
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