Open Poetry #2 |
Salty |
Veronica New Member
since 1999-09-19
Posts 2 |
the back of your neck would taste like salt, and rain, and something like autumn I'd memorize your teeth the loop of your backpack pockets you'd keep me inside you'd let me count all those red-brown freckles sprinkled like stars stick candles in the dirt underneath the grass I'm waiting for this to happen to you. ------------------ ADC |
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