My childhood smells like a box of Crayola crayons. – Terri Guillemets
You left, and my heart is a ceaseless sermon of loneliness. – Terri Guillemets

My childhood smells like a box of Crayola crayons. – Terri Guillemets
You left, and my heart is a ceaseless sermon of loneliness. – Terri Guillemets
…and leave wishes to those foolish enough to make them. – Terri Guillemets
My body is a bulletin board, transmitting my condition. – Terri Guillemets