PurpleA Poem by CassYour fingers, as you walk away from him in the snow. The very bottom layer of a sunset as you walk along the beach, reminiscing about what you could have had. The smell of violets in the rain. Your dress on date night, stained with cheap wine & sex. Your daughter’s worn jacket, frayed with wear & love. Your mother’s lips, as she breathes her last breath.
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Added on November 9, 2015 Last Updated on November 9, 2015 AuthorCassBoston, MAAboutThere is a story in everyone. Everyone has something to say; but it's the way they say it that's the important part. more..Writing
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