Raquel Angel Nagler

Scarred Mirrors (47) - Poem by Raquel Angel Nagler

Over my body: the fingers of your touch.
No one, not even the nocturnal breeze,
Has such tiny hands.

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Poem Submitted: Friday, September 13, 2013

Poem Edited: Monday, September 16, 2013

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