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I want to be
fifteen
again,
feel your arms
end in fingers
tangled
in my hair,
discover my neck
with your mouth,
wrap myself around you,
forget I’m not
a woman
yet
About the Creator
Harper Lewis
I'm a weirdo nerd who’s extremely subversive. I like rocks, incense, and all kinds of witchy stuff. Intrusive rhyme bothers me.
I’m known as Dena Brown to the revenuers and pollsters.
MA English literature, College of Charleston
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Comments (1)
Love this! The ending—perfect & poignant.