• Samuel Valentine

poem #2. d e * t h

Updated: May 25, 2019

With soft animal angles and ankle bones We deteriorate.  A contract in invisible ink. Origin unknown. Sleep distinctly lacking, explicit in its absence. Your soft animal angles and ankle bone. 

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