Come wash your hands, darlingA Poem by SleeplessVolcano
Dinner's ready, honey
Come look what I've done to the outhouse The wash basin is a barrel I took some of your cream towels And a silver bucket or two and your jasmine scented candles is just perfect next to the worn mirror all it needs now is the finishing touch of your gentle presence hurry up now dinner's getting cold. © 2018 SleeplessVolcanoAuthor's Note
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5 Reviews Added on March 5, 2018 Last Updated on March 5, 2018 AuthorSleeplessVolcanoAbout"In the end there doesn't have to be anyone who understands you. There just has to be someone who wants to". Robert Brault Art washes away from the soul the dust of everyday life. ~ Pablo Pica.. more..Writing
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