![]() SoulA Poem by Kelley QuinnNo matter the number of apologies, no small word can erase the feel of dirt beneath my knees, clutching the torso of the closest being, pushing tears out at such a speed they grow solid before the ground, icicles shattering the earth's skin as sharply as you did mine © 2015 Kelley Quinn |
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