[ january thirty-first ] by Ava Blubut I lied.
it can never bloom again.
it was just a passing remembrance of of
of
(I forgot what of)
and he won't ever hold your hand underneath the microscope,
and she can never look through the soles of your feet;
so it failed to grow,
but I think it went as planned.
01/31/2007
Author's Note: farewell to January.
Posted on 02/01/2007 Copyright © 2024 Ava Blu
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