Little WorldA Poem by Emmy J.M. Powell
I despise
that I find myself missing you when the moments are empty I miss the taste of your breath and the sound of your cracking knuckles and the crazed windblown look of your cowlick as it flops down onto your forehead I miss the things that I notice when your neck is turned away from me and faced towards the rest of your little world
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1 Review Added on July 1, 2015 Last Updated on July 1, 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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