Velcro October 22, 2015October 22, 2015Steven Baird She held onto her past like a Velcro strip, determined coherence, it’s all in the rip. Pull it apart an inch at a time, a wonder to look at but not worth your mind. AdvertisementShare this:TwitterLike this:Like Loading... Related
That is a good poem. Thank you.
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