never write when it rains, it always ends up about the rain so I start with the rain and end it with…
I watch my wife shave her legs and remain hidden, covered by the bathroom door.
words of a people aligned in their perfect order
never write when it rains, it always ends up about the rain so I start with the rain and end it with…
I watch my wife shave her legs and remain hidden, covered by the bathroom door.
Posted on April 25, 2012 at 12:07 pm in love poem, Poetry, Short poem, Uncategorized | RSS feed | Reply | Trackback URL
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