your scent sews into my skin;
each scribble of pain
illuminates
me, to the poetry love is
Monday, February 18, 2008
cleaning the table of tears
Posted by b at 11:36 PM
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your scent sews into my skin;
each scribble of pain
illuminates
me, to the poetry love is
Posted by b at 11:36 PM
