Little vile black fly
perched upon the pallid skin
of Grandpa’s left arm
incessant raining
forces me to contemplate
the drought in my heart
for a brief instant
I saw swagger in her eyes
when she let me go
Nov 21, 2011
Nov 21, 2011 at 11:20 PM UTC
Little vile black fly
perched upon the pallid skin
of Grandpa’s left arm
incessant raining
forces me to contemplate
the drought in my heart
for a brief instant
I saw swagger in her eyes
when she let me go
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