April 5, 2015April 5, 2015 by bcmiller2014 Me Poetry, Uncategorized self Leave a comment Like fire like down my insides out my strangeness up my normalcy by, when I’m low on the petal blessed path where no shadows cross I find me at the center of you. Share this:Share Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Click to print (Opens in new window) Print Like Loading... Related