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Feb 2019
Drawing her in my mind.
Smoothing the graceful edges of her cheeks rounding like turtle shells.
Rolling down the subtle curves that
Spell her name like sweet poetry in the winter huddle.
Her eyes like whisps of smoke against the roaring flame that runs through her veins.
And i start to scratch the pen against the pad. Knowing in my heart her beauty. From where i see it. Could never be reproduced.
Jordan Gablehouse
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Jordan Gablehouse  27/Two-Spirit/Canada
(27/Two-Spirit/Canada)   
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