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Monthly Archives: May 2015
She must have been seven when she walked across the white washed wooden bridge feeling nothing but love from someone so close and cherished, her Nana. But then she picked up an acorn, on it’s own. Searched for it’s cap … Continue reading
Words tumble in short quips from her lips she thinks them poems – in reality simply a negative pile of shit. Do I tell her?