January 3, 2014January 3, 2014new blood river veins in the back seat of your new car I’d like to handle glass like it doesn’t break we use farm words in place for pieces like peonies piling up the good ones for when we get home share the love:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Published by Erin Rose Belair I write because maybe you have felt this way as well. Because none of us truly love or ache alone. View all posts by Erin Rose Belair