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I Want

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Author: Chloe Gilholy

Chloe GilholyNovember 22, 2017

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I Want

written by: Chloe Gilholy

@Chloboshoka

I want to wake
to the smell of tulips
lie back in jewels
and laugh

I want to pour out
DANCE under flapping crows
wind flowing over
toes to the sky

I drink sunshine
in little tubs
wobbling and reeling
by the window

I want to wash
my flaws in
narcissus waters
green-white beryl floats

Then lie some more
in sunspots
sniffing green fragrances

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Chloe Gilholy is a writer and carer from Oxfordshire. Her work and hobbies are a huge inspiration for her work. She published her first book, Drinking Poetry in May 2017.

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