Friday, March 2, 2018

Back Of My Hand Comments

Rating: 5.0

A porcelain cage of flesh
The ligaments dance beneath it
The surface turned red in the cold
I wake with new scratches
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Evelyn Norcott
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Kumarmani Mahakul 02 March 2018

You wake with new scratches of love and life. This is really very brilliant. The surface turns red and cold. This is really very brilliant poem...10

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