The Borderline’s Bride

Nuptial rites at midnight espousal gently prodded for life sleep walkers into union they wake to find promises in dark fulfilled she wore her matrimony patiently believing any escape better than remaining still but time plays tricks like a young child what we thought then, changing like old glass will gather yellow reflection within its […]

The Borderline’s Bride

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