Her Old Habits
Marble teeth with transparent grief,wearing her down that coat of brown,it keeps her warm from time to time,it's all she knows this girl of mine,it fits her well and holds her tight,perfect stitching with the needle in sight.
Copyright © Karl Mcdonnell | Year Posted 2015
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