okieinthecity: Two-line Poem #22

Wednesday, August 26, 2015

When I broke your sand
dollar, I broke my own heart.

isonomistAugust 26, 2015 at 3:16 PM
Did the little doves spill out?
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Kyle Erickson: I've lived in Oklahoma for all but five years of my life (the others were in Texas) and moved to New York City in July of 2007.

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