a witch, a priestess, or maybe just hope
postcard poetry day 57
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1 min readOct 30, 2017
once upon a time
a man broke a woman’s heart
she stumbled through him
discovering a ghost town
in his chest
once upon a time
she’d just been a woman
but under a rusted moon
she found magic
living in her fingertips
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