In a message dated 11.14.02 1:55:17 PM, [log in to unmask] writes:
<< The walls still breathe her scent, leaning as if
a mirror might be bent
to capture the way she lent
checked her lipsticked smile, then went. >>
I like the poem; how about making the first line rhyme too.
kol tuv, Ryfkah
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