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Under the Skin

A Friend Below

By Emily Sara AndrewsPublished 6 years ago 1 min read
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I spy you under the surface

Cannot wait until you're mine

Oh how we will meet

Yes we will meet in time

You grow inwards

As my love grows strong

You're twisting and turning

As a pain lingers long

It's a special kind of love

A love but also hate

You've been growing inwards baby

You're my longest loving mate

As I squeeze you from the surface

A great pleasure as I set you free

A special love is lost now you're out of me

Oh you, my ingrown hair

surreal poetry
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About the Creator

Emily Sara Andrews

Performer, Artist, Arts Facilitator, part-time poet and occasional spinner of yarns, not necessarily in that order.

Living and working in Stoke-on-Trent she takes inspiration from the wild, the weird and the ordinary.

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