spiceA Poem by ArielMichelinetodays flavor seems lost in all the tabasco i poured into the vodka and v8 ive been drinking all week behind your back sipping myself into an oblivion i understand vs the anxiety i do not relish but reside within you sit where you always sit doing whatever it is that you always do which is never what i am asking of you © 2010 ArielMicheline |
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Added on September 1, 2010 Last Updated on October 12, 2010 AuthorArielMichelineGainesville, FLAbout“You were born with wings, why prefer to crawl through life?” ― Rumi more.. |

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