Dumpster diving for dreams!
29 Feb 2016 2 Comments
by giovannaleah in Poetry, Uncategorized Tags: haiku, loss, love, memories, new mexico, past, poem, poet, poetry, santa fe
Not quite memories,
This place where love was growing,
But Past met our end.
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accordingtomrfox Feb 29, 2016 @ 02:43:40
Sometimes you must Bury it in the Sand. And walk away!
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giovannaleah Feb 29, 2016 @ 04:45:00
Like an old dirt ax. ๐
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Feb 29, 2016 @ 02:43:40
Sometimes you must Bury it in the Sand. And walk away!
Feb 29, 2016 @ 04:45:00
Like an old dirt ax. ๐