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Emily Jane
Poems
May 2019
You
The fingers of a dying sun reach through my blinds
and find me
Absorbed by thoughts of you
Shafts of sleepy light **** me
gold seeps in and marks my cheek
I wish it were you
Caressing my back and brushing my jaw and stretching across my bed
But it is not.
So for now I contend with the touch of a dipping sun
gradually swallowed by a jealous horizon.
#him
#boy
#sad
#touch
#sun
#light
#body
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Emily Jane
South Africa
(South Africa)
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