Words woven by painted lips
land lightly on open ears
poised to worm their way in-
-to the heart.
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-Alina
Writer in San Francisco, CA

She claws her way out
of hell, Cerberus howling
breeze warms frigid air
Young buds stretch for blossoming
birds fluttering in the trees
Words woven by painted lips
land lightly on open ears
poised to worm their way in-
-to the heart.
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Want more? Check out my Patreon!
-Alina