From Cinnamon and Sandcastles:
My hair was obsidian
She caressed it with a smile
Then reached at her golden crown
Broke it two and gave me half
- Angel
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For Rose Tinted Minds
Poetry''Sometimes we wear glasses the color of rose, Our minds begin to hide things it already knows. '' Kurt James These poems are for the ones who love too hard, who fall too deep, even when it burns.
