I blossomed into violet / flames while my / Self, in silent flight / within my soul, / drank and sang / until dawn.
Tag: Douglas Cole
It’s the last corner of paradise, here, evaporating like spit on a hot sidewalk.
(nonfiction)
I blossomed into violet / flames while my / Self, in silent flight / within my soul, / drank and sang / until dawn.
It’s the last corner of paradise, here, evaporating like spit on a hot sidewalk.
(nonfiction)
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