Numb, by Demure

It’s lavender frozen
in his iris’s wake–
mystic snowflake stare
into my soul, pointing
at my vital obsession.

I molt by probe,
I drool in prose,
I map a frail refrain,
form diffusion and
          d
            e
              s
                c
                  e
                    n
                       d
                          with hesitation
                          through our fog.

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About Robyn

"If you haven't known insanity, you haven't lived."
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