Miss May
Mixed media/May 2019
Miss May
Mixed media/May 2019
I don’t mind the sun sometimes,
the images it shows,
I can taste you on my lips
and feel you in my clothes.
Cinnamon and sugary
and softly spoken lies,
you never know just how you look
through other people’s eyes
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Thank you, and indeed we do.
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