Cold By terimuso | March 13, 2015 Cold dug in my hands like a talon, razor edge without mark. Share this:FacebookEmailPrintMorePocketPinterestTumblrLinkedInRedditTwitterLike this:Like Loading...
Haunting. Unable to feel breath on skin. Fully armored. Yet “wisdom” is not quite closure. LikeLiked by 1 person Reply
terimuso: Poetry by Tammy Iralu 
Haunting. Unable to feel breath on skin. Fully armored. Yet “wisdom” is not quite closure.
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