I Love my Scar (Why I Write) Poem

I write for the endearment of a scar laced like a jewel on my hand coiled along the wrinkle of my fourth finger’s   knuckle. My nail curves like the swift tides at the shore facing the naked windows of my home at the home where the room resides where the desk and notebook lay... Continue Reading →

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