Your HairA Poem by emily joeMy lover's hair in the morning
I sew my bones
To tangled brush The coarse and delicate touch Of an almighty finger Who knew that so much thought could go To the caramel feathered threads Atop your sleepy head © 2013 emily joe |
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Added on July 9, 2013 Last Updated on July 9, 2013 Authoremily joeChicago, ILAboutEmily, 20, currently living in Chicago. Funny story: I dropped out of college after wrangling mental illness my freshmen year and have since been figuring out what the f**k I want to do with me li.. more..Writing
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