Wilted roses
Linger here
Their perfume
So severe.
Once loved
Held dear
Was misdirected
Blindingly clear.
We attract
that we fear
Some loyalties
May disappear.
Absent rooms
Do appear
Loved ones
Nowhere near.
KG 7/1/06
Saturday, July 01, 2006
Posted by Krystin Clark at 9:31 PM
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