Tears on the floorthe morning sun riseswithout you…in every breath, I feel youwhy does love hurt so bad? Dawn, when the curtain of the sky lifts, pink bowing into blue the time for day to debut that was when little Bodhi would follow me into the living room to sit on myContinue reading “Bodhi”
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Genie Nakano 