I watch my hands wrinkling,
while her fingers gather length.
I have shared my fruit.
I press
pause.
But,
the moment won't
let me stay.
I can only keep the negatives.
There is never enough time is never enough.
Jan 23, 2013
Jan 23, 2013 at 11:25 PM UTC
I watch my hands wrinkling,
while her fingers gather length.
I have shared my fruit.
I press
pause.
But,
the moment won't
let me stay.
I can only keep the negatives.
There is never enough time is never enough.
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