by Michael J. Morris
I wrote to you of tusks but never
the rumpled cracks of the grey skin
that protected a calm beast. You wrote
to me about tails, just tails, as if
no body would ever attach to them. Continue reading
by Michael J. Morris
I wrote to you of tusks but never
the rumpled cracks of the grey skin
that protected a calm beast. You wrote
to me about tails, just tails, as if
no body would ever attach to them. Continue reading
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