Scorched Quilts
I take in a sunny day is like a tiny season, reading a bedtime story, while tucking the sky, lifting holy cover out of the heaven sky, angels sowed throughout the quilts, a scorch warming beams down, a blazing substantial temperature over the earth's ground.
- Loverboi
Copyright © Kenneth Melvin | Year Posted 2013
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