DreamyA Poem by Kristine FergGentle hair tangled in bed sheets, messy with the morning light. It pains to wake, a breeze to pass as the windowpane sits high, Gleaming eyes, supple wrists, time to stand by. If I ever wanted more time, I'd never understand why. © 2016 Kristine FergReviews
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1 Review Added on July 3, 2014 Last Updated on March 19, 2016 AuthorKristine FergAboutI'm just another person. Just like you; my art the object of knowledge in understanding who I am and how I am. And that, simply, is enough about me. more..Writing
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