the pixies (for everything) by Charlotte Covey
i. black curls, frizzed. make up, faded. heart lips, stern. our spell books on your shelf, covered, dust, candle wax. you never wanted me to love you. ii. freckled cheeks, fly away hair. your chest, a volcano, always erupting. thin feet, boots laced, harpoon in hand – you never stop running long enough for me […]
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