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Mar 2012
His hands stroke Her face so softly
with fingers long and slim,
enjoying every second
of her time alone with him.
syncronising heartbeats
as the minutes slowly flow,
he dare delay no longer
though she begs him not to go.
leather binds his left wrist
ribbon binds her right,
as the chimes announce it's morning
has again he says goodnight.
His watch says that it's five am
hers says midnight and no more,
as the time and distance part them
like a locked and bolted door.
Sometimes a wrist watch can cause such pain
Written by
DieingEmbers
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     DieingEmbers, --- and Lily Mae
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