I wonder
if I smell like roses
sitting amidst
the shreds of my life. Continue reading ’13 years 48 hours!’
Archive for May, 2015
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13 years 48 hours!
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15
#26
Having torn pages
from my life’s notebook,
I want to recreate passions
from the past.
The churning of images in
my mind,
only magnify the sounds of
a rustling sheet.
Edge of a Fringe 