And as if looks had languages
his eyes burning into mine
through the midst of an autumns sun
were the words of the lonely and broken
that sunk into their sheets
and suffocated in their sleep
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PoetryA collection of poetry found under lovers nails or stained against your pillow case - highest ranking - #3 poems - #9 in poetry - All rights reserved - © Ruby Smith @desp-erate 2014 Cover by @-grxnge
