Posted on 10 January 2018
by J.S. Graustein
by Austin Davis It’s almost too much— the way she holds my hand on raw December mornings even when her nails camouflage with the frost kissed grass. The sleeves slip from the dark blue sweater she wears of mine and her hands lose their…
Category: poem, WrittenWordWednesdayTags: austin davis, beauty, flipper, folded word, love, poem, Poetry, Winter
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