It is hard to killa jade plant, even for me,yet I succeeded;a round of applause…
Fire feeds my soul:consuming in its nature,fueling dark passions.I can feel the paradox—It beckons others…
Why is it my jobTo return toys, mugs and shoesTo their rightful homes,Along…
I light a candleTo my vivid memoriesOf our special times;The wasted years of heartache…