Aug 2014
Her hands
are quite so lovely;
kind
and sweet.
With just her touch,
my demons
question
their existence,
their
reason
to torment me.
With just her touch.
are quite so lovely;
kind
and sweet.
With just her touch,
my demons
question
their existence,
their
reason
to torment me.
With just her touch.
(nowhere, yet everywhere.)
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