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Sara June Woods, from Careful Mountain (via bostonpoetryslam)
You are a tiny lake
without a hole to sit in.
Someday we will marry.
Someday our beautiful rain-
haired children will play on you
while we stand by, blowing into our fists.
I could give you a medal.
You could be a pony on a beach.
posted 4 years ago on 6th December
via 5000letters     source bostonpoetryslam
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