by V. P. Loggins
You see her float like grief
from room to room, wearing
a dress of stars, all shining in
the light of the cocktail party
and the laughter of her guests. Continue reading
by V. P. Loggins
You see her float like grief
from room to room, wearing
a dress of stars, all shining in
the light of the cocktail party
and the laughter of her guests. Continue reading
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