The Rogue Nun
Tender kisses hope to hide the worry,
to dull the desire to curl back into bed
and hold him through the pain--
but the whistle blows
and the bank
demands its mortgage.
April 09, 2015
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Winter and the cold snow bring the dark-eyed juncos. My heart, full, watches.
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