Permanent Markers Leave Ink On My HandsA Poem by Laura ExGreen smeared ink smudge Tracing the tiny tunnels Embedded on my thumb A mystery maze for the color to bleed Through A whirlpool of identity Tilting with every hand gesture made Paths that age developed And work hardened Swirling infinite information At my fingertip © 2010 Laura Ex |
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Added on March 2, 2010 Last Updated on March 2, 2010 Author
Laura ExOHAbouti'm a girl. my boyfriend is the sweetest thing ever. i've been the the brink and back multiple times. talk to me, i'm pretty open. life is complicated, but beautiful. but most of the time i fe.. more..Writing
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