Author: D. Brayz
He said, two thumbs twiddling wildflowers with knees pressed against a red bench, overlooking a dry lake... and i shrugged twirled my hair and fluttered eyelashes he complained were too long, too distracting; a tilt of head, an insincere apology before he rose pressed petals on her living grave, brushed dirt from my hands and tugged me toward a day too short for summer
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Category: My Poetry | Added by: nbrayz (2010-10-20)
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