Poem: Creases in My Heart
By: Beaubo
Creases in my heart.
Flaws of my soul.
And you, my estranged,
what do you desire
through the
condemnation,
disorientation,
magnification,
distortion, and
manipulation?
Solace, my purported,
Beloved?
By: Beaubo
Creases in my heart.
Flaws of my soul.
And you, my estranged,
what do you desire
through the
condemnation,
disorientation,
magnification,
distortion, and
manipulation?
Solace, my purported,
Beloved?