sydney scanlon
Sydney Scanlon
2017-09-09
I stand here as a daughter Young, ripe, and sweet as clementines’ Dripping sticky down your hand I am a sister Calloused as the camels’ back Grown rough to pinches, teases, and taunts A lover Sometimes lapping lightly up the shoreline And other times thrown into a feverous riptide Salty, leaving lips parched...
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