wash them, wade them, try them on. step in mud and purge the flood. stitch them finely and still you have the same words in different shades. WORDS NEVER WEAR THAT GO TO NO WHERE.
[Goshen College English 210] {Spring 2011}
Thursday, September 29, 2011
smile
selfish part of me wishes
I could be there.
to share in you light,
oh, how brief delight appears with you.
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