Posted on November 11, 2020
by Elan Mudrow
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Cold Floor The dust scurries, moves, hides My fingers take the pulse of linoleum Wax, dirt, desire, finish, surface, sealer, room Remnants of a shine, dried bugs, skeleton specks We were the warmth, the life, the struggle, the stumble Lying there as outlines of… Continue Reading “Cold Floor”
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Category: PoetryTags: Author, Demons, Desire, Emotions, Love, Poem, Poet, Poetry, Sex, Witchcraft, Writer, Writing
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