PoetryA Poem by Crazy Claire
I aim for a poet;
end up more like prose. So how do I capture the flakes of blue in your eyes and those god damned freckles on your nose? Or the your arms meet your elbows; your knees meet your legs; and your feet meet your toes? I breathe you I need you regardless of where the wind blows. © 2013 Crazy Claire |
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Added on March 2, 2013 Last Updated on March 2, 2013 Author
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