poems One night only November 3, 2013by heather anne We sat and swallowed knives, our private carnival trick. Entrance fee: the hope in our hearts. Share this: Share on X (Opens in new window) X Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Like Loading...
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