HenryA Poem by Chase
The center of a cinnamon roll.
Folds like taffy being pulled; over and again. A bruise, many moons surpassed, like powdered sugar. My sweet Cinnabon. © 2015 Chase |
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2 Reviews Added on April 8, 2015 Last Updated on April 8, 2015 AuthorChaseStillwater, MNAboutMy name is Chase. I love writing and find solace through it. Feel free to sift through my myriad of words and tell me what you think:) Constructive criticism is welcome! more..Writing
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