Dear Phoenixgirl

Dear phoenix girl, If I’m the bomb… you are the row of flowers that bloom in the after. Unrecognizable beauty. You are the tenth cloud! The whole of the story, the sound a breath makes, the passion stuck to a page I bet your novels taste like visionaries who cross-bred with fate while holding their own heartbeats. --- This episode is sponsored by · Anchor: The easiest way to make a podcast. https://anchor.fm/app Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/nakedpoetry/support