by Jason Michael MacLeod
Jogging by the broken house on Burnett Ave.,I see her still on the cluttered porch, her rheumy eyes how her creased left hand as her right slides spirals down from stem to circumference, until the coil of peal ~~~~~ |
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by Jason Michael MacLeod
Jogging by the broken house on Burnett Ave.,I see her still on the cluttered porch, her rheumy eyes how her creased left hand as her right slides spirals down from stem to circumference, until the coil of peal ~~~~~ |
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