tonyv Posted March 6, 2017 Share Posted March 6, 2017 Again, the thoughts: hands on her inked skin -- hands, no longer there -- and my gaze drops to clouds and jets in rivers' icy flow. A bottle washes up onto a shore in Patagonia. Now, we of naught will ever be a part, ever apart. _______________________Patagonia 1 Quote Here is a link to an index of my works on this site: tonyv's Member Archive topic Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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