like the contents
of a purse
my sorrows
shift
a few
are darkly
touched
some are
chosen
one I think
for a baby’s
lampless
mouth
Jul 2, 2012
Jul 2, 2012 at 3:47 PM UTC
like the contents
of a purse
my sorrows
shift
a few
are darkly
touched
some are
chosen
one I think
for a baby’s
lampless
mouth
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