If you ever feel the need to taste the bleeding, beating, beaten heart of a flawed and fallible poet, read the poems of this woman. She’s no longer with us but her words keep her memory very much alive.
Writings by me, for me. Forgive me.
If you ever feel the need to taste the bleeding, beating, beaten heart of a flawed and fallible poet, read the poems of this woman. She’s no longer with us but her words keep her memory very much alive.
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