Blooms in Indigo
Every day poems from a very ordinary aspiring poet
Wednesday, June 27, 2018
a cold birthday
Eyes drooping with liner,
Cigarette at hand and her birthday was very cold
Spent moving between the rock and the harder place;
I haven’t been home- she thinks
Because home’s sunshine was the answer
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