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May 2011
I've heard that my eyes are endless.
Pools to drown in...
And that my legs are thick, and soft,
And warm like home.
It's been said that I
Play with poetry like
Finger paints.
And that my laugh is a ferris wheel,
Or honestly.
And apparently, I'm just too cute.
Apparently, it's just too hard not to love me.
If they saw what I see (the truth), the poem would read:
Green blue glass
Mirrors
Pale and stocky
Stumps
Open on a
Clumsy girl.
Kirsten Martin
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Kirsten Martin
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