poems misplaced February 13, 2015February 13, 2015by heather anne A misplaced kiss, somewhere on the wind. Her lips, waiting. Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window)Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading...
Some call it red 
I love your short poems!
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