Jul 27 2007
sarah flanigan
Filed under Childhood Memories, Creative Writing, Poetry, ghosts, haiku, my heart, original fiction, time in a bottle
A chest of childhood opens retroactively memories spill out.
copyright 2007
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Unbeing dead isn’t being alive. — ee cummings
Unbeing dead isn’t being alive.
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