Poetic Fuck
Sunday, March 1, 2009
interruption #2
Hindsight
I never imagined
as a little girl
that a kiss on the mouth
would be the defining factor
between a relationship
and a friend.
I thought it was fucking.
a. tocchi
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Kaitie
January 11, 2012 at 10:31 PM
Your poem overwhelms me in the best way possible.
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Your poem overwhelms me in the best way possible.
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