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In thinking about Magic

she pins her hair upward   if not it falls free & lengths itself to the mid of her back
her skin is a faint brown light is jealous of    it throws a tantrum & tries to beat her
in the open she manages to shake it off with a smile administers a small platoon of
teeth – they line up according to height each tall   straight   unwavering    if grace
had legs would it move as smoothly as hers I wonder
what does the wind say when her hips brushes it aside in their
conquest of motion
the sea cannot be emulated really but I contemplate the depth
her eyes hide & how easily they pull in

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Ronnel Nurse is 23 & Afro-Trinidadian. When he isn’t battling his social media addiction & debating possible Game of Thrones scenarios, he spends his time cloud watching, reading, writing, swooning over poetry & working on his fitness to try out for the justice league. He’s also a full time Christian who’s saved by grace though faith.