she served me iced tea
from her porch
the smell of heavenly magnolia lingered,
like her locked up emotions
she was delicately bruised
but I would not rush her
no canary could I let her be
recuperation would come in ones
unguarded moments.
Apr 23, 2014
Apr 23, 2014 at 1:46 PM UTC
she served me iced tea
from her porch
the smell of heavenly magnolia lingered,
like her locked up emotions
she was delicately bruised
but I would not rush her
no canary could I let her be
recuperation would come in ones
unguarded moments.
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