Come closer
Lay your head on my chest
Hear the echo of my phantom heart?
Stone-cold and crumbling
Like the rust of my skin
Don’t come in
Come closer
Will you taste my hollowed kiss?
This abyss is my gift…to you
Love letters unwritten
Roses ripe of tarnished tin
Don’t come in
For Poetics at dVerse, we are writing from the perspective of three characters from The Wizard of Oz. Follow the yellow brick road with us!
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