(Want) to recollect

the lines on our hands mingle with the roughness of the fibre of our skins *talking of touches long spent* - there are grooves decorating our feet our soles are flattened only reminders of the places we've been - crinkles beside our mouth and eyes *they speak of smiles to faces whisper of tears in air* - sometimes we forget we drift *and just like the last time, we're drawn into the story that never finished - a story never told*

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