Posted on May 8, 2015
by Elan Mudrow
I look through the window The store was, my shop Isles of numb Sprawling endlessness There are no eyes anymore We shop only for a deal Priced for less than it’s worth Bargain and sliced, a mantra One day only Coupons shine…
Category: PoetryTags: Author, Food, Life, Love, Poem, Poetry, Writer, Writing
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