Gray Scot
Friday, April 27, 2012
I miss your cheeks
And your jaw.
I miss your bones-
Sharp, but soft.
Tiny wrists,
Limbs
Wrapping about me
Snap
And let go,
And I
Fall
Out of the tree,
Crashing down.
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