Fine Line Drawn

Painting by Me

Flooded with the fine grains of regret

A terrain of tenured exhaustion 

Muted by porcelain pleasure, cracked 

I lack the polished pallor of sorrow

Instead, I plead:

Run your fingers along my shore

I will give my desire to the violet sky 



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