| Titania
I’ve always found it as ugly when any woman wept as squashed sparrows on sides of roads or tattoos on your face, sagebrush meadow on fire in summer. Until I saw you so upset in the dark after bars in the street. With you something burned my grey eyes world traffic stopped, ink clotted, soft flutter of wings fanned the gutter stars, the gossamer, the mustard seed, and even though you were quite pretty, the prettiest teary-eyed girl, I hate you for crying when we were alone after bars in the dark in the street. ← ↑ → |
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