She wore nothing but excuses. They covered her entire body, like a shroud.
“I love you anyway,” he said. “I forgive you. We can try again.”
Terra LeMay was born on top of a volcano. She’s fond of out-of-print books, bad poetry, and anagrams.
by Terra LeMay
She wore nothing but excuses. They covered her entire body, like a shroud.
“I love you anyway,” he said. “I forgive you. We can try again.”
Terra LeMay was born on top of a volcano. She’s fond of out-of-print books, bad poetry, and anagrams.
1. Rarely Tame » Blog Archive » “33″
27/02/2010 06:06 am[...] You can read it here. [...]
2. John Siebelink
29/07/2010 04:38 pmThe first poem I ever read that was two lines long…and it was awesome!