eerie stepchild syndrome
cry as you dance and
prick blood from your fingers.
do you remember
the white barbie convertable
i got that christmas?
we played
until the sun came up
in whispered voices.
summertime left us
with barren trees of winter.
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1 comment:
I'm glad you liked the mead, but how was the taste? This was the first "traditional" style mead recipe I tried, and I'm interested in figuring out if I should keep experimenting or just do traditional recipes from now on.
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