Poetry Wrecks

Like Cake Wrecks, only far less popular, but every bit as delicious. This is where I come to poem. And yes, I just made that into a verb.

Friday, January 8, 2016

tuskaloosa

You are
The elephant
In all my rooms; and all
The others can't replace the friend
I lost
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