You saw me with your eyes and your fingers caressed my skin
But, you never had me.
You may have drawn out the wanton woman harboured within
But, you never knew me.
You held me in your arms and it was your lips that claimed mine with a kiss
But I was never yours.
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Fragments of A Wanderer
Short StoryExcerpts from the mind of a wanderer. Through moments of darkness and in times of light the words confined in the pages within hold the thoughts of a teenage girl just trying to find her way. © All Rights Reserved 2016
