06-05-2013, 02:45 AM
(06-04-2013, 10:44 PM)Bunx Wrote: There was once a church my mom worked at. i remember the stain glass windows against those windows in the attic. for some reason when i think of moth balls i think of growing up in the country side. love this poem ryan. and thanks alot of the positive edits!Thank you! I always enjoy reading your thoughts and input.
Ugly on the skin, lovely from within..