Stitchings (Rachel Korn Poems)
Every hour needles pierce the heart,And make it bleed like the deep crimson of red silkOn cool, white-linen flesh.And a ...
Every hour needles pierce the heart,And make it bleed like the deep crimson of red silkOn cool, white-linen flesh.And a ...
Give me my friend, a necklace of beads-My bare throatLongs for smooth, yellow amber,The tears of an old primeval forest.Their ...
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