Red wine.
The color of my dry lips.
Black nails.
The color of my wet tears.
Brown shoes.
The color of the eyes I miss.
White comforter.
The color of your t-shirt I found beneath my bed.
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Lonely Ohio girl livin' in Brooklyn with too much to say and no way of sayin' it.
This is me:
- Sandy P
- I am one who suffers from the lack of creativity, inspiration, and imagination. Nothing is more damning.
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Like withered leaves to quicken a new birth!
-- Percy Shelley
Like withered leaves to quicken a new birth!
-- Percy Shelley
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