Run-on
She's got frizzy red curlsand a perfect nose to kiss.
She's got lined hazel eyes
and a written-on wrist.
She loves reading her novels
and dancing in mist.
She wants to escape into
what doesn't exist.
Her nerves steam.
Her mind screams.
Her heart beats.
Her urge defeats.
Poetry by kaytee
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Written on 2008-12-12 at 04:14
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