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Apr 2013
I dread those
unyielding eightball eyes
The way I want
too keep your fingers,
my crooked comforts,
clasped through
my tarantula hair

You said it took all the ink
and left me like porcelain
I shattered
at feeling so precious
Emma Louise
Written by
Emma Louise  Richmond, VA
(Richmond, VA)   
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   Cara D
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