(finicky) caught in my throatA Poem by Ashley H
i wont beg you
and i dont blame you, the channels of truancy that you curl up into spotless little balls were worth a million bucks, i wanted to be certain that the riddles from your shoulders to your nose crystallize and harden in water and on land the same © 2011 Ashley H |
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Added on November 26, 2011 Last Updated on November 26, 2011 Author
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