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[aurorabell]

You don't need to tell me what my faults are
i know them quite well
they've been served up in a pie plate
i've been snacking on for years.

blueberry for my childhood
a maudlin slightly bitter flavor
savored with sweetness locked in the dark

raspberry for my first love
caught in the back seat of the church minivan
praying for forgiveness on the garage floor

Comments

[nerak_g]

So good to see your poems again!!!

[twosnoos]

Seconded!

[aurorabell]

miss you dear! squeeze the Shaps for me, please!

[aurorabell]

Its good to remember that i can write...thought i'd lost it there for a while.