Her HabitA Poem by ashleydawn
The goal was always
to get her to stop singing To say something shocking enough that she would be jogged from her own world and brought into mine. Re-rooted in reality and in my timing Away from the melodies she wraps around herself distracting.
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Added on August 16, 2011 Last Updated on August 16, 2011 |