I bit my lip,
and twirled my hair,
into knotted cinnamon twists,
dangling......
And in the forced damp air
of the vintage camper....
I counted....
forced myself to wonder,
to wander,
to dream
of The Ten Desires...
And made it to seven....
in my tin can heaven...
Words and Artwork (c) Copyright Singleton 2013.
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