indigo strokes run across
the white span of your
back and seep into
your pores to settle in
your blood and make
you mine then in
blue dawn you will
rise and wash me
from your skin
Ink
Unrhymed poetry from Mel Trent
Unrhymed poetry from Mel Trent
indigo strokes run across
the white span of your
back and seep into
your pores to settle in
your blood and make
you mine then in
blue dawn you will
rise and wash me
from your skin
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