butterA Poem by wolfshrewI am butter on your toast. I’ll take a look at the gold light shining through the windowsand turn over to feel a bruise on my hip, it is large but the cause is my biggest mystery. It’s soft out there, after a huge explosion that ripped through all the little toys left in yards. I saw a chair at the top of a tree, no one was in it. It was sweet, the leaves danced into a messy head of grass and it was somber. I reached out to touch what I couldn’t grab, the forlorn and dead bake me into a cake so I can suffocate © 2013 wolfshrewReviews
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