allowed (cinquain) by Meredith C HartwellI drink milk with hunger gulping, almost wishing it liquor or something harder like life.
Once more. I should have known. I am nothing special to him. For you have always held his heart. 12/02/2001 Posted on 12/02/2001 Copyright © 2025 Meredith C Hartwell
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Posted by Rachelle Howe on 02/24/09 at 01:08 AM Ouch. Well, I think that there is a deeper diamond here. I like the first stanza. I would revisit this and explore the intricacies which are begging to be unraveled. |
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