Poetry (They ask me how is my husband) [a micropoem] Posted by iridescentlover on September 4, 2015November 28, 2015 Wrapped up in a type of permanence No alloy band or stamped certificate Could ever every convey, We made camp in one another But, accidentally, called it “home.” Share this: Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Click to share on X (Opens in new window) X Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest More Click to share on Pocket (Opens in new window) Pocket Click to print (Opens in new window) Print Like Loading... Related
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