Bitch
A glass fluted fragranceruffles my nose
Commenting would be too strong
I suppose
So I diffuse the scent
with a wayward stride
Because I know she doesn't deserve
A tickle in her pride
Bitch
A glass fluted fragrance08-27-2009
Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.
T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.
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