I was making up my future all wrapped up around his finger. If you only spoke my translations.
I could survive inside of your thoughts without food or water for centuries.
When i dream:
I am pitching a teepee.
A beautiful abode
inside of your coffee colored heart.
I am roasting vegetables over a campfire next to
and right beside your membranes.
I am tan and my teethe are whiter than
arabian sand.
And we are holding hands,together inside a human frame.
I arrived here with empty pockets on a camel who was barebacked.
this is how I came here,this is how i left.
this is how I stay busy
connecting our harmonies like chicken pocks
.
17,18,19 ..one hundred thousand and eleven.
oh my arabian colored cradeld heart!
I open wide for the tooth doctor who said I had nice eyes
which was really flattering
although
he said nothing of my biecusbids
what about francis?
oh how i ponder his days
oh how i wish he would
assist me in my evoloution.
won't you want me a little longer?
I was given the best gift on earth
brown packaging/lilac string
A chance to prove my femininity
to the gods. and just like that
it was taken from me.
thank you,emmaline.
I should of learned to knit at a much younger age.
well, I must be leaving now to purchase stamps for this letter
can you belive I have to pay for three!?
oh and also
i still love you.
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