Posted by Troy Wiggins on November 16, 2009 at 3:55pm
Third & Auction (an intersection in memphis)you can glimpse the little girl sheonce was notlong agoin the pristine purse of her lips,the heartfelt flutter of hereye/lashes,The way she swings her folded umbrellaas she walks through the rain.The crow's claws that scar her eyes attestto the late nights crying,three a.m. arguments.The fog that tucks her smileis sinister.It swallows her innocence.
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