March 22nd, Away… (Love Liz)

“The mint from your breath, the milk from your breast, the best of your mind, now in its worst state of condition. From the womb to the tomb, as a mild flower, you break your petals upon blossom, and seize death openly. Leaving your fragrance to spin and dance, one last time before being blown away.” ~ Anthony Liccione

Liz always loved leading lines.
Liz always loved leading lines.

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