poem 179/365 | Nina

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held her hands—wanting

to tell her to be a girl,

my tongue was a male-stone

but for sure I can teach her to love

hard as stone / soft as her name

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3 responses to “poem 179/365 | Nina”

  1. angelicdarkness70 Avatar

    Beautriful….

  2. angelicdarkness70 Avatar

    Beautiful….sorry for the typo;)

  3. angelicdarkness70 Avatar

    Reblogged this on PoeticDarkness.

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