Dear John
he gave me a nodding dog (the sort you put on the shelf of the car’s rear window) because he …
he gave me a nodding dog (the sort you put on the shelf of the car’s rear window) because he …
I cried a river of your tears and loved every thorn prick away; held you from a distance, and when …
An ember sparked will softly glow, and fed by fuel, will grow and grow. I once was cinder, sparked by …