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Oct 2014
The room was icy

and my hands were frozen stiff,

I curled my little fingers

into my palms and looked at you

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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
Emma Henderson
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Emma Henderson  Dublin, Ireland
(Dublin, Ireland)   
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