one mother
beside him
pulls disease
like ivy
from the wall.
he puts his glove
where her breast
should be.
with a finger
of hers
she traces
the moustache
drawn
on his visor.
I like this scene
because I have kids.
Aug 2, 2012
Aug 2, 2012 at 2:22 PM UTC
one mother
beside him
pulls disease
like ivy
from the wall.
he puts his glove
where her breast
should be.
with a finger
of hers
she traces
the moustache
drawn
on his visor.
I like this scene
because I have kids.
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