polka dots and stripes

    You are my polka dot and stripe On a fabric of whirlpool. I trace along the lines But cannot seem to find you. Hidden, you curve yourself To the world, That obliviously remains under you. My fingers hit the cracks And the patches that people admire, But they feel rough to me. My... Continue Reading →

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