PicturesA Poem by Cierra C. Groveof meI feel bad for sending him those pictures instead of being where I start to sift my life, with
the crows, the motels, the misty forest morning, and a cup of black coffee.
Forgive me? © 2011 Cierra C. GroveReviews
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Added on July 19, 2011Last Updated on July 19, 2011 |