'I feel you in the pocket of my overcoat 

my fingers wrap around your

I feed your words through my buttonholes 

I pin them to my fingerless
gloves green and prone to fraying

I keep you in the pockets of my dresses 

and the bristles of my brushes
spin you into my curls today

I spoon you into my coffee cup,

Spin you through a delicate wash 

I wear you all day

An ocean and a rock is nothing to me..'

{wciąż Lisa H}
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