She Poem by lee garth

She



minutes breath
fusts the lips
last I heeded
rocinante

field a walk
queen annes lace
and sigh anew

Saturday, March 3, 2012
Topic(s) of this poem: lips
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Scotty Dogg 05 March 2012

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