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Trespass
Trespass Your migration into my heart is a violation of the sweetest kind I can barely concentrate I am going out of my mind In the rubric of my desires you appear so many times The quintessential lover Committing the ultimate crime Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing © Prompts: Migration Rubric Violation QuintessentialContinue reading “Trespass”