Sundays in January

Sundays in January

A Poem by Alexandria Miller

The sheets are cold and

The window is fogged.

My face is warm;

Restless

And our skin

Always touches

Never the same place twice.

© 2016 Alexandria Miller


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Alexandria Miller
Alexandria Miller

Milwaukee, WI



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Social Work major, working a s****y part time job and always juggling the nonstop circus of life. I would be a bad circus act in this case. If you’re going to scream, scream at the top of yo.. more..

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