Tuesday, May 7, 2013

A Dozen Roses

Your sunken chest smells like
Pink in purple hues

Rooted roller
Coaster never rising

Or falling
The night of our anniversary

You called Melinda
When you came

But it was my body that led
You there just put the dandelion

In cruise control and hope
For the best save the ink

In your ball point for the next
Hollow apology

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