SeptemberA Poem by Crysta K Coburn
The clouds at sunset are purple like a bruise
As I hurtle head first toward one bloodied love While another lies a thousand miles away. Why? It felt good at the time. © 2010 Crysta K Coburn |
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Added on July 12, 2010 Last Updated on July 12, 2010 AuthorCrysta K CoburnAnn Arbor, MIAboutI was born in Kalamazoo and have grown up in the surrounding area. Graduated from Western Michigan University with a BA in Creative Writing and Asian Studies in 2005. For 2 1/2 years, I lived in Calif.. more..Writing
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