10pm
One time in a crowd you held my handand I thought it was nice—
but being an obligatory handhold,
it didn't really count.
I like you,
with your soft speech
and rough appearance—
it is a pleasing combination.
We should see each other again
and make friends
or—
should no heartache be forseen—
hold hands again, for real.
Poetry by clarity
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Written on 2011-02-16 at 07:15
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