hurtfull lies
never had i held the insides of somone for so long,slipping through my fingers like strands of old leftovers...allthough fascinated by the way my hands try to grip and stop it falling beyond my reach.
Poetry by bob sherry
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Written on 2011-04-09 at 15:24
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