Words woven by painted lips
land lightly on open ears
poised to worm their way in-
-to the heart.
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-Alina
Alina Happy Hansen
Writer in San Francisco, CA
- Crossroads
I saw her at the
Crossroads, black dog at her heel
A torch in her hand
Another drink, a day gone
Torch burning in the darkness