orangegerberas
poetry. terse, whimsical vignettes of love and dubious remorse.
08 November 2011
Colder than London
I’ve often been accused
Of being other things but
Baby, I’ve got to hand it to you
Colder than London
Is such a fabulous description
It should surely be my next tattoo
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