i trace her with my finger
i draw her form in the sand
her skin should be soft but it dissolves in my hands
i cannot see her face before me
i want to feel her
her bones her hair her skin
but she dissolves in my hands
my woman in the sand
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Inspiration World
PoetryA book of ominous one-shots. Please read if you are •in need of ideas •tired •bored •in debt •want to cry •want to forget •listen to podcasts •want to enter an interesting head-space •love women •hate actress Emily Blunt •are still awake •procrasti...
