La Vita Boca
LIfe as poetry
Wednesday, January 14, 2015
I Remember
Crisp sounds
echoed
cold night
Wind howls
swept
across me
I remember
left
howling
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Mary
January 15, 2015 at 8:10 AM
Some things one can never EVER forget! And should not.
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