LXIV.
in the beginning, i loved your copper hair
i loved the way you flexed your arms and the way you stared at me
and then i fell
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fifteen (XV)
Poetryi prick my finger on a rose in my garden. my blood is not red. i take the wind caressing my face as a silent apology. cover art made by doradorapuff on tumblr. [2015] thank you to everyone who shared with me these short poems as they were published...
LXIV
LXIV.
in the beginning, i loved your copper hair
i loved the way you flexed your arms and the way you stared at me
and then i fell
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