Your fingertips whisper words I dare
not hear,
your eyes are the secrets
unspoken.
Through your dreams I see you, dangerous
in fear,
as I linger here, waiting,
broken.
Aug 14, 2013
Aug 14, 2013 at 4:21 PM UTC
Your fingertips whisper words I dare
not hear,
your eyes are the secrets
unspoken.
Through your dreams I see you, dangerous
in fear,
as I linger here, waiting,
broken.
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