Her scent pervades her photographs.
Nearing my vanity, I educe my truth;
She, the patroness of quest,
Bids me "digress."
Her scent resides in her pillows.
My wayward vernacular induced coma attempts
To deplete me,
But she
Tucks me in with Ecuador.
Monday, October 4, 2010
Granny
Posted by Anonymous Misfit at Monday, October 04, 2010
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