Raquel Angel Nagler
Scarred Mirrors (26) - Poem by Raquel Angel Nagler
You arrive. You go.
You live in restlessness.
You leave traces of haste on the hours.
My mouth will fill you with slowness,
My fingers will trickle over you, calm as a drizzle.
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