you had calluses on your hands, that tugged at my heart strings. your eyes were a mystery, i wanted to discover and keep. you had the kind of look that made me just want to hold you, as you held me.
damn, what are you doing to me?
// m.m
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Dactylic
PoetryPoetic Rant Book Series - #1 A collection of poetic like sentences and, or small poems. Plus, a few poetically put rants. (lower case intended) 8/9/15 - #46 in Poetry
