Abundantly Heart My Laughter
Senses & nonsense ... Poetic mood ... Whatever self imposes ... Heartfelt
Thursday, May 13, 2010
My sweet killer
The homeless gaze, wiping traces as he looks down, not knowing flash light overhead. My weakest child, thundering his migraine in a torn box, his broken record.
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