outside my window-pane, just across the street, a pair of couches left out, toppled and beat, hoping they find a new home, there was a time, when, many, many years ago, they both were places people would sit, oh how comfortable, maybe even a large red bow, was mounted on their arches, as a gift, who... Sign in to see full entry.
aceblade's works for Wednesday, July 20, 2011
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