FeedingA Poem by Emily MurmanI will spend hours pushing poetry into my hot mouth with rough fingers. I will feed myself seedy dirt and let flowers grow between my teeth so one day whoever may kiss me will have lips and tongue coated with dusty pollen. © 2016 Emily Murman |
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Emily MurmanChicago, ILAboutI am a sixteen-year-old artist and writer based in the Chicagoland area. I'm currently a sophomore majoring in creative writing at Lake Forest College. Most of my poetry is very image-heavy and aim.. more..Writing
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