THE WOMAN OF MY DREAMS

The Woman of My Dreams Eyes like dark spotted diamonds,Lips like a painter’s artHairs, united in little knots,Her voice was the checkmate. She’s pleasant on the outsidebut smeared on the inside:A childhood of trauma,A life time of depression. Yet, she seemed to be:the evening to my day,the doorway to my home,the potter to my clay,theContinue reading “THE WOMAN OF MY DREAMS”

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