"Eyes filled with wonder,
Yet so forlorn,
Our brittle lives washed with tears,
Here, where the fireweed takes root,
In the new grass,
Our love was born;

Our bodies naked, our flaws unfurled,
Entwined by hopes
That knew no bounds,
We drifted
Deep and far
From the blemished world,
That kept alive our childhood fears."
  • Des Moines, Iowa
  • JoinedApril 13, 2014




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