Nov 2016
the year gone by, books
left tied
with rag.
she said hello, smiled.
i smiled back with no
regret.
coated in butter of
contentment
that
the books are left tied
tightly.
sbm.
left tied
with rag.
she said hello, smiled.
i smiled back with no
regret.
coated in butter of
contentment
that
the books are left tied
tightly.
sbm.
Written by
Sonja Benskin Mesher
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