my thoughts are little curls in my hair.
if my appearance shows those i feel on bad days,
i am a mess of nestled, tangled branches, reaching.
but smooth like green glass,
one glance from you is all it takes
to prune and polish every speck and spot and sparrow's nest.
let's forget.
Clare Teeling follows me? I must return the favor. My blogs are embarrassing.
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