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Showing posts from January, 2016

sans titre

promises fade
like shooting stars,
like pink nail poilsh
on a holiday weekendanger lasts
like the burn
from hot tasteless coffee
on the tip of a tonguelove is
a classic.
open to all,
perfect to those who find her beautyhappiness is
the breaking of wave,
the shells by the seaside,
the litter of footprints we left on the beach.g.o.