Last week's words from
spikesgirl58 Thrive
Cement
Underwear
Cemetery
Quicksand
Vagabond
Black eyes laced with quicksand
sink beneath a worried moon
as you glide, perilous and deep,
into the cold barren bite of cemetery teeth
Underwear crumbles under vagabond bones.
cement silk cracks like tangled webs
that thrive on seeds of stone
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