Alison Rosalie (March 12,1991 / Regina, SK)
you won't believe me.
if i could describe the words without the use of overdescriptive analogies and alliterated explanations i would toss them from my twisted tongue with instinctive ease, ignoring metaphor and assonance, rhythm, rhyme and similes, just like if i could write a story that held no hints of you it would amble on in skewed directions, lost and directionless if not a little more confused.
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