Head Still #2A Poem by RedPoetWrite about LoveLove hung in the air
Curled around a liberated weed-smoked mist Twenty two hours later the thick haze diffused and with it, all inhibitions The love was gone and so was I Sorry, it's not you It's me © 2010 RedPoetAuthor's Note
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Added on September 13, 2010 Last Updated on September 13, 2010 |

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