I love the smell of freshly burnt popcorn, and I adore eating burnt toast; black has a distinct scent, a unique taste, and I find myself craving its silence. 02/06/2007Posted on 02/06/2007Copyright © 2026 Ava Blu Member Comments on this Poem Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 02/07/07 at 04:09 AMHell yeah! Posted by Rachelle Howe on 08/18/11 at 04:22 PMNice. Rare. I dig.
02/06/2007Posted on 02/06/2007Copyright © 2026 Ava Blu Member Comments on this Poem Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 02/07/07 at 04:09 AMHell yeah! Posted by Rachelle Howe on 08/18/11 at 04:22 PMNice. Rare. I dig.
02/06/2007
Posted on 02/06/2007Copyright © 2026 Ava Blu
Hell yeah!
Nice. Rare. I dig.
