words glass beads
string broken shatter
not to be strung again
sharp edges cutting
where soft surfaces
would once caress
once gleaming beauty
sparkling now with blood
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friction of my beard
tender flesh inside your thighs
meant for each other
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WORDS GLASS BEADS, POETRY, OCTOBER 30, 2024
WORDS GLASS BEADS, POETRY, OCTOBER 30, 2024
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