at night, i want to cuddle the pillows and feel some warmth against this brittle skin; instead i find myself wet with tears and wondering how it is i could ever become bitter. 12/16/2008Posted on 12/17/2008Copyright © 2024 Ava Blu Member Comments on this Poem Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 12/17/08 at 06:13 AMYeah, that sounds about right for me, too. Another brilliant snapshot. Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 12/22/08 at 12:30 AMA melancholy expression of something gone very much awry.
12/16/2008Posted on 12/17/2008Copyright © 2024 Ava Blu Member Comments on this Poem Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 12/17/08 at 06:13 AMYeah, that sounds about right for me, too. Another brilliant snapshot. Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 12/22/08 at 12:30 AMA melancholy expression of something gone very much awry.
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Posted on 12/17/2008Copyright © 2024 Ava Blu
Yeah, that sounds about right for me, too. Another brilliant snapshot.
A melancholy expression of something gone very much awry.
