365 Q&A #48: Free Verse Poem
- Sep 4, 2018
- 1 min read
The red of her blood quickly turned copper upon contact with his necklace.
The chain rusted, broke easily from his neck.
A gift she would take to her grave.
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S.M. GAUDINIER
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