Hands Like a Spider’s legs

Poetry 0 Minutes

Hands like a spider’s

leg, scurried through my black hair,

tracing my blank mind.

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Published by Rose Booker

Writer, poet, gamer, and daydreamer. Achievements unlocked: BA in English from UC Berkeley MFA in Creative Writing from SFSU

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