Saturday, April 19, 2014

Au Revoir

How do I tell you.
As warm water and spices warm the inner linings of a body we once shared. 
But a mind apart and turning. Always. 
It's like this
But it isn't, is it? 
I'd like to hold your hand and forget about what I want. 
I'd like to hold your hand and forget. 


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