Back to category: History Limited version - please login or register to view the entire paper. this is my essay about history. Valentine Not a red rose or a satin heart. I give you an onion. It is a moon wrapped in brown paper. It promises light like the careful undressing of love. Here. It will blind you with tears Like a lover. It will make your reflection a wobbling photo of grief. I am trying to be truthful. Not a cute card or a kissogram. I give you an onion. Its fierce kiss will stay on your lips, possessive and faithful as we are, for as long as we are. Take it. Its platinum loops shrink to a wedding ring, if you like. Lethal. Its scent will cling to your fingers, cling to your knife. Private - 11:00 AM - add eprops - add comments - edit it - email it My Box My box is made of golden oak, my lover’s gift to me. He fitted hinges and a lock of brass and a bright key. He made it out of winter nights, sanded and oiled and planed, engraved inside the hea... Posted by: Andres Cisneros Limited version - please login or register to view the entire paper. |
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