Patron Saint of Artillerymen
I'm a foward thinking
forty year old
woman. Balding
at 22, want to travel
to Butan & reminisce
about Monet dress-up
parties & slipping beyond
the veil; Esotericism
at it's finest & most
delicious. Hang-
glide to forget the child
lost in sleep-
less nights fire-
fighting. Eat strawberries
covered in chocolate at hotels
in Hawaii because you think
they're free-
eat them anyway.
Words
- Kyle Edward Harris
- "That's the price tag, no discounts, no bargains. Losing my first love was like living in a perfect house, with the perfect front porch and matching dormers where the key finally worked to let me in, until without enough warning, it caught fire and was gone, leaving a thin coat of ash that would gray my life for years, making me cry when I saw a perfect front porch or a light shining from an upstairs window."- The One & Only Aunt Nancy
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