The Lonely Riviera
A canvass to hold the random brush strokes out of the itch felt deep inside
The Lonely Riviera
Sunday, July 3, 2011
Behind the Rose
The moment I want a rose
It is the prickling comes to mind
Whenever I seek a smile
The tears from a swollen eye
I can find
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