With my mind being in a constant upheaval of nonsensical imagery, I thought I would share the workings of my cynicism, the beauty of family, aspiring spirituality, and other more random findings.
Wednesday, November 20, 2013
Words fall from her lips like burnt umber from a tree in fall.
Sliding
Gliding
Ever-so-gracefully down to the dewy grass of last nights passions.
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