2A Poem by Miss Coralnapo
he curls like a seashell
or conch; his limbs whisper into mine shallow and quiet. I can hear him breathing in my ear. sometimes, he is the ocean others, he is nothing © 2012 Miss Coral |
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Added on April 1, 2012 Last Updated on April 1, 2012 AuthorMiss CoralPrague, Bohemia, Czech RepublicAbout18 year old girl, third culture kid. I like writing and swing music. Probably not super active. kissingtherivermouth.tumblr.com more..Writing
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