Ghosts
Grate them like cheese, these
Hushed memories, so I no longer
Obsess, on my perforated chest,
Scrape them off of my plate, no
Time to waste, Sorrow
Salivates
Copyright © Black Eyed Susan | Year Posted 2012
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