Fingers entwined
And touches
never to grow cold;
Then poured rain
And kind touches,
Warm stares,
Turn cold,
Old,
never the same.
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Soliloquy
Poetryonly words bleed and I need all of it to feel alive. HR: #150 in Poetry
relish.
Fingers entwined
And touches
never to grow cold;
Then poured rain
And kind touches,
Warm stares,
Turn cold,
Old,
never the same.
