Poem: my heart is
dulcet, soft-soaped
fudged, framed, fake d
play, stop ,stop
play
reset
test/ed
an escape plan
enough music to drown in
my heart is an anchor
posted by MissWanda at 2:04 p.m.
Thursday, May 05, 2005
dulcet, soft-soaped
fudged, framed, fake d
play, stop ,stop
play
reset
test/ed
an escape plan
enough music to drown in
my heart is an anchor
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1 Comments:
I keep coming back to this, Wanda. It's memorable. I like it. Keep up the good work.
Amanda
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