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:FacebookTwitterTumblrRedditEmailPinterestMorePocketPrintLike this:Like Loading... Related
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