A poem for my older brother who was murdered a little over a year ago...
The smell of our love
Is like a chamomile flower!
It gently hovers all around,...
How he mixes my words. The irony of loving writing and and your one true love leaving you speechless! Speechless and bound by his love to be his loving slave until eternity. Hahahahaha his driving me crazy :)
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Devonne Mayweather
November 24, 2018 - 00:40 I WANT TO SAY THANK YOU TO EVERYONE THAT HAS CAME BY TO READ THIS POEM I WROTE FOR MY LATE BROTHER JEROME D TURNER