Amity Quinn

Unaware-underwater
Spurting bubbles, spurting
Innocence.
Remember temptation?
...

He said that he liked talking to me
About trivial things
Like a blade of grass.
...

A crooked nose atop a pale olive complexion.
Tall, reaching to the stars with every last limb
She will touch the sky.
Brown eyes that blend in and see all,
...

A single leaf,
On a single tree,
Gripping the branch with all it’s might.
But the wind picks up,
...

Deliciously possible
Tasty and golden,
Spreading smoothly
Across the wall.
...

Is it always
what I say
that makes you
want to
...

Sombody
out there
is going to think every
Little
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