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Emma Henderson
Poems
Oct 2014
Your eyes
The room was icy
and my hands were frozen stiff,
I curled my little fingers
into my palms and looked at you
-
Your eyes were like those marbles
that I used to skip along the ground
in school
And all the girls would fight over
who got the biggest, prettiest marble
-
I wonder if they fight over your eyes too
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Emma Henderson
Dublin, Ireland
(Dublin, Ireland)
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