Backward glances
Fixed over fingers
Lingers with the scent of you
And the stench of everything that comes after
Every time you walk into a room.
say what?
- sarah l
- Washington, DC
- DC Native turned Seattlelite turned back East Coast attempts to convey spoken word pieces on a blog. Friends take pity and write nice comments to keep her afloat. Check It. Wreck It. And comment because it's the only applause this format allows.
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