February 17, 2017

Trailer Park Mystique

I remember that old dresser

The one with the scratches and sharpie pictures

 

I remember crap rugs

Circley, hippie patterns

Yellow – red – blue and green

 

The old coffee table

The one the family had in Panama

 

I don’t remember when we got rid of the old table

I think it was on the move up to Alaska

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About PJ Secluded

Introspective writer working on first manuscript. Writer of original series, poems, musings of sorts and the occasional manic prose. My main blog is an original series seen through the eyes of the lesbian protagonist Burgess. With her brood of studs, they conquer fear and tragedy, embracing love and the experiences between close friends. I have been writing for just a little while now and found a true passion for it. I want to help others through my writing discussing sensitive issues that affect the LGBTQ community in a unique fashion

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