Silly
When my head is full of spaghettiand I wiping tendrils
and sauce
and drip drops slooping down
forgive me
When my heart is full
and bursting out
tell me you care
stroke the convex
embrace the curves.
When I am full of inconsequence
make me consequent
and I will be
a million times taller
and fit smally in your palms
Poetry by Elle
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Written on 2015-09-25 at 23:03
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