little frown lines
are forming by
her cushy lips.
she taps and
tears labels
from amber bottles.
she collects salt spills
on linen napkins
& she remembers
what she always
knew
“my god,
he’ll be hard
to forget.”
– sc
little frown lines
are forming by
her cushy lips.
she taps and
tears labels
from amber bottles.
she collects salt spills
on linen napkins
& she remembers
what she always
knew
“my god,
he’ll be hard
to forget.”
– sc
sheila sea 
sour sweet – so good! thank you for this
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You’re welcome, thank you for taking the time to read it. 🙂
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