Sense of SelfA Poem by Emma Arthurs A morning lover, wishing for more. Know, as your fingers Trace naked flesh-- You cannot touch me © 2013 Emma Arthurs |
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Emma ArthursGlasgow, United KingdomAboutI'm nineteen years old and I can barely begin to describe myself. I write snippets, mismatched pieces that fit together somewhere along the line. I write my mind. more..Writing
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