Dove
Circular burn scars - night smoke, blurring cars. The smoke curling in the air; the scent hugging her hair. Click, click - fire. Psyche like crows on a wire. Twinkling glitter - fuck, you miss her⦠That girl in the mirror, quiet and fearful? She was mad, narcissistic a tad. But fuck, she was loved - even as a dove.
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