YOU ARE READING The Compilation Poetry Spine 29 0 0 by ThatArtist by ThatArtist Follow Share Post to Your Profile Share via Email Report Story Send Send to Friend Share Post to Your Profile Share via Email Report Story Hands creep slowly, Down your S p i n e . He reminds you sickly- sweetly, “I will never be yours” “But-” He adds, “You will always be mine.”