Words Falling Slow

*** Warning! ***
Some posts discuss self-injury
and may contain trigger material

9.18.2006

fancy

Her hair gleams
burnished copper in the sunlight
tickling the part of my nose
that, in my mind,
inhales the smell of her
as I whisper in her ear
telling her how crazy it makes me
to see her hair gleaming
burnished copper in the sunlight


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I wrote this today. It's what got me thinking about creating this blog.

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