Hold me like soap.
Grip me gently
As we rub along together.
Grip me too hard
And I shall slip between your fingers,
Lost forever,
At the bottom of the bath.
- London, February 2007
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
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Where the Gingerbread Girl publishes poetry and other creative writing in addition to recording the progress of whatever project she happens to be working on at the time.
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