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the confessions [ 2-6-07 ]

by Ava Blu



I love the smell of freshly burnt popcorn,
and I adore eating burnt toast;


black has a distinct scent,
a unique taste,
and I find myself craving
its silence.

02/06/2007

Posted on 02/06/2007
Copyright © 2026 Ava Blu

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 02/07/07 at 04:09 AM

Hell yeah!

Posted by Rachelle Howe on 08/18/11 at 04:22 PM

Nice. Rare. I dig.

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