Love SinkA Poem by EVERYTHINGyoucantelltoSTRANGERSthrowing out/on thrown outslam didn’t even slam pick these doors out slam the rugs were his, too all Oriental, or something I rejected my role as domestic goddess went to work brought back bacon cooked it there’s even water pressure, here and the napkins look like flightless birds © 2012 EVERYTHINGyoucantelltoSTRANGERS |
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Added on February 22, 2012 Last Updated on February 23, 2012 AuthorEVERYTHINGyoucantelltoSTRANGERSthe big EAboutRight. Well. Once upon a time, I was relatively well known on this site. And then the site crashed. With a fair bit of my work on it. And I got understandably (right?) frustrated. I missed the communi.. more..Writing
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