Thursday, November 29, 2012
Her Own Shoes Comments
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She spoke in a tongue
left over from yesterday
her memories
slowly fading.
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jodde taylor
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7/27/2025 3:38:07 PM # 1.0.0
The putrid smoke from the pit drifted and stung my nostrils- Plastic arms and legs, a doll's head, melting in the dying flames. Water from my hose, unable to extinguish the death of such an innocent. Gallons and gallons of tears- wasted along my way. Pity. Great Write Jodde.; -)