Life in past tenseA Poem by Paige
Feet first into the rabbit hole
A name that speaks to your heart Vivid paintings of faces you've never met but you know like your own Grapple to your soul your jerked years behind A whole new world or a burial you've already laid? You've walked these feet and used this nose And on your own coffin you've now placed a single red rose. © 2014 Paige |
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