I bundled black socks:
the pile of faded color
depressed me.
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Thursday, September 25, 2014
Tuesday, September 2, 2014
Yet Another Actually Written Today!
Nectarine juice on
my sticky hands-- the smell of
fading Summer.
my sticky hands-- the smell of
fading Summer.
Thursday, November 19, 2009
Middle Age
The lush garden of
youth, with its brilliant self-hate
now fades, bit by bit.
youth, with its brilliant self-hate
now fades, bit by bit.
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