Posted on February 22, 2016
by Elan Mudrow
It’s too bad I can’t kiss his lips. I’m not attracted to them. But, if I were, he would reject me. For my stories are buried deep And they cannot be read easily It is as if, I shouldn’t exist. You see… The problem…
Category: PoetryTags: Blog, Friendship, Life, Love, October Country, Poem, Poetry, Writing
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