a fevered rose by Valentine Bonnaire a fevered rose was what you left and as I wandered wondering my dancing slippers all bereft of strings, on moors, wild ponderings it was a poem writ on me where each fine kiss descended and in your arms the rose of me dropped all its thorns, upended […]
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