
Heartless, bloodless
lives holding each other
spinning out in
space attempting to
fill endless voids
inside the other.
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-Alina
Writer in San Francisco, CA

I saw her at the
Crossroads, black dog at her heel
A torch in her hand
Another drink, a day gone
Torch burning in the darkness

Heartless, bloodless
lives holding each other
spinning out in
space attempting to
fill endless voids
inside the other.
Thank you for reading! Please follow or subscribe to read more poems!
-Alina