Seulement
I pinched your armto know that you hadn't left
when I thought I felt the draft
from an open door
it is a pity that my stubby fingers
could not feel the difference
between the sofa cushion
and you bony hand
Poetry by muddy waters
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Written on 2006-05-03 at 16:05
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