08-02-2014, 04:15 AM
I am so happy that you found your paradise at the end of this poem. It was like a splinter in my brain to think that you could have gone a spit with warm tears in your eyes to never see your Bonnie (the needle) again. And, I think precious would have to agree that taunting seagulls are more than just haunting memories.
Kisses!
Kisses!

