(un)titled ode XVIII

she
glides
across the room
like
a raven
in
flight

my
eyes
are
drawn
to her
every
move

she is beauty

she is death

i
dream

she is mine

4 thoughts on “(un)titled ode XVIII”

lifelessonsfromanasshole says:

11/25/2018 at 7:54 pm

This is really pretty.

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1. mike ennenbach says:
  
  11/25/2018 at 8:01 pm
  
  thank you. occasionally the words come out lovely.
  
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  1. lifelessonsfromanasshole says:
    
    11/25/2018 at 8:02 pm
    
    I like it when they do.
    
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    1. mike ennenbach says:
      
      11/25/2018 at 8:03 pm
      
      me too
      
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