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Literature

  • Janet Orlene
  • Feb 22, 2017
  • 1 min read

Updated: Nov 1, 2021

Paint words on my skin With your silver tongued brush Bind it with the palms of your open hands Ready to hold mine Flick me open And read the lines in-between sentences unspoken And broken, left undone. This story has just begun.

Janet Orlene






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