Friday, July 20, 2012

Rosy powders disguise my melancholy
pale erotic cover stray grasses fling me
I swingfling
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3 comments:

  1. MaryJuly 20, 2012 at 9:02 PM

    The melancholy, though disguised, is not invisible!

    I hear you, Willow!

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  2. LynneJuly 25, 2012 at 3:37 PM

    Whether rosy powders whisk off or stay, I know you and your melancholy, Willow, for I swingfling too. Sad poem.

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  3. PeggyJuly 31, 2012 at 12:35 PM

    Wow, short and packed! Love the word swingfling.

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