Eyes, pure as the color of a Daffodil
A slight burn smell with every breath,
a steadier pump with every beat
Every process slowing
no mind of common thinking
But like a daffodil
a gust of wind and it
Blows way
Friday, February 17, 2012
A Daffodil
Posted by Killer Platypus at 10:16 AM
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