While her eyes drank the sun.
And her hair seemed to end
On the horizon.
Photography by Joshua Thomas
Petal
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While her eyes drank the sun.
And her hair seemed to end
On the horizon.
Photography by Joshua Thomas
It's Not That You're Annoying, But...
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You are like the egg shell in my batter
The missing aglet from my shoe
The hallway attic ladder
Those thirteen overdues.
A hot dime in the dryer
The broken zipper 'round my neck
Driving when I'm tired
A drunken card trick.
The remote under the seat
The ring stuck on my knuckle
The kernel in my teeth
Sandals in a puddle.
A paper cut under my nail
Does not aptly describe
Your tendency to make me feel
As if I want to die.
The missing aglet from my shoe
The hallway attic ladder
Those thirteen overdues.
A hot dime in the dryer
The broken zipper 'round my neck
Driving when I'm tired
A drunken card trick.
The remote under the seat
The ring stuck on my knuckle
The kernel in my teeth
Sandals in a puddle.
A paper cut under my nail
Does not aptly describe
Your tendency to make me feel
As if I want to die.
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