The rosy pink
that kissed your flesh
is floating through the room like ash
and here I lay
alone but warm
tangled up in soft goodbyes
“The Morning After” Unfinished Poem by Angie Hoover- Hillhouse
Photo by Noel Alvarenga
The rosy pink
that kissed your flesh
is floating through the room like ash
and here I lay
alone but warm
tangled up in soft goodbyes
“The Morning After” Unfinished Poem by Angie Hoover- Hillhouse
Photo by Noel Alvarenga
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