We write poetry
sometimes.
Wednesday, December 25, 2013
7
twirling in my dress in the back
of the church
the feeling
the pressure in my legs to
dance like no one could see me
Monday, December 9, 2013
the evidence
december
last year and you found me in the
parking lot
you startled me and
i think you misinterpreted me
you thought i missed you
the salt down my cheeks
the evidence you needed
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