It hangs there cold.
Waiting.
Wishing.
Lost in Value.
But donated to a good cause.
I wanted to go back.
To pick it up.
It smelt of her.
I hated it.
Now I love it.
I have to avoid it.
And let someone else have it.
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1 comment
hope (scrapbooky) says:
Dec 13, 2011
Oh Cat, it’s beautiful xx