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Mar 2014
I wanted a man
to gasp at the heels
of my shoes,

I'd pick them for their colour
and become it,

as if sequins could stitch
to my soul and make it

shine

blue eyes dancing
with firelight

arches of ash
under which we shall

kiss
Emma Elisabeth Wood
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Emma Elisabeth Wood  F/UK
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