Cupid, my heart
can't be pierced.
© 2014 | Jazelle Handoush
My words are wings. A writer's sword is her pen, or perhaps in my case this space. To sharpen my sword, I share with you my random writings, as an insight into my ink-stained soul. Here I'm the Girl With The Ink-Stained Soul. I hope what I scribe changes your mind; spilled ink, while messy, can be a masterpiece in the making.
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Saturday, February 15, 2014
Friday, February 14, 2014
February Air [Poetry]
Dregs of coffee
leave an omen
at the bottom of a cold cup;
February air
brings lackluster love
& frigid hearts,
making candor out of ardor.
Copyright 2014 | Jazelle Handoush
leave an omen
at the bottom of a cold cup;
February air
brings lackluster love
& frigid hearts,
making candor out of ardor.
Copyright 2014 | Jazelle Handoush
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