like candid conversations
in another constellation,
their conscience disencumbered…
i don’t know what’s wrong with me,
the “c”s have me outnumbered.
in careless conflagration;
a compendium of comestibles
why can’t i cease the “c” words?
i don’t know,
©2016 kStan(ly) Lanning
picture by clker-free-vector-images , courtesy pixabay.com
made for the daily prompt – complicated
if you liked this one, check out those “p” words