The brush slides across my skin smoothly.
I brush my lashes black very clearly.
I remember never, never wanting, nor needing, it,
But now, I can't be without it...not even a little bit.
I wonder when it changed from fun
To something I can't part from?
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Where We Never Look--The Forgotten Places
PoetryThis is a Poetry Book that I've been working on for almost a year. I write random poems when I'm inspired, so I hope you enjoy! #825 in Poetry November 24, 2016 #351 in Poetry November 26, 2016 (!!!!!!) #350 in Poetry November 29, 2016 #284 in Poetr...
