in the kitchenA Poem by sea lily
he's eighteen,
born four days after me. and he likes to draw faces gonna get himself an art degree. but for now, it's the kitchen and a girl he likes to see. he used to be a brother but now we're smiling over coffee and tea. he probably won't understand i used to be a w***e. and i hate the ignorance that leads me to his door. it's an idea i find hard to ignore. i came home one night, and slipped my dress from my shoulders and shivered from the november wind. and the feel of your arms. your skin. in the kitchen, i am the apprentice. © 2009 sea lilyReviews
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2 Reviews Added on December 28, 2009 Last Updated on December 28, 2009 Authorsea lilyUnited KingdomAboutI'm growing out my hair Like it was when I was single It was longer than I'd known you I had no money then I had no worries then at all But with such a high standard of living. more..Writing
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