Love Poetry For Couple

Implausible Birds by K. Robinson The sort of vase described in Ian McEwan's novel, Atonement. A gift. A curse on me self-cast. A Sino-sin I signed with my intent, and all Verdun's exploding wealth now written in my skin; my brain forever battered by those guns. Or was it a theft? Sometimes a man concussed would seem quite sound, so peaceful in repose. Inside - a soupy