On HoldA Poem by Emmy J.M. Powell
Whenever
I am sitting next to you, I am careful of my movements, because I do not want your long fingers to stop whisping through my blonde arm hairs
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1 Review Added on June 11, 2015 Last Updated on June 11, 2015 AuthorEmmy J.M. PowellAbout22 year old hag with frequent mental collapse, a mineral collection, and an addiction to reptiles “And I asked myself about the present: how wide it was, how deep it was, how much was mine to.. more..Writing
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