Oh she loved the winter months
for she could wear long sleeves
she was a sad, lonely artist
her artwork was under her sleeves
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PoetryA collection of poetry found under lovers nails or stained against your pillow case - highest ranking - #3 poems - #9 in poetry - All rights reserved - © Ruby Smith @desp-erate 2014 Cover by @-grxnge
