Apr 28, 2015 07:46
I do believe I will be a little sad when April is through. Maybe I'll come up with a new daily goal for May? Anyhow..ahem.
Belligerent bells wake me.
I want, instead,
Sunshine in these tangled sheets
My hair tumbled down over shoulders
And me, tumbled down over you.
napowrimo,
poetry,
life,
writing
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