I can only grab
glimpses, as she slides
her fingers deep
among her golden brown hair.
When her eyelashes spread,
black, thick,
from behind
a simple blink
catches my eye.
Jan 14, 2015
Jan 14, 2015 at 7:40 PM UTC
I can only grab
glimpses, as she slides
her fingers deep
among her golden brown hair.
When her eyelashes spread,
black, thick,
from behind
a simple blink
catches my eye.
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