Supermarket HeartA Poem by sinNsincerityRepeat Reheat Re-glance… No pots or pans… Just the vision of us holding hands. No shirts or pants… Just that smile that’ll forever relapse like the Asian-American sun dance. It came with no receipt and there was most certainly no needs for a plastic or paper bag... Because we came to eat! © 2015 sinNsincerityFeatured Review
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