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By: Feign~
He traces invisible words on my palm
slowly, amused at my wonder…
then he folds my fingers over words
speaking the words “never let these go.”
and I held that promise long past due
through fire and ice, doubt, love, dismay
when he walked away, I opened my clenched fist
that had been filled with an invisible “I love you.”
From my palm dropped silvery ashes….
slowly, amused at my wonder…
then he folds my fingers over words
speaking the words “never let these go.”
and I held that promise long past due
through fire and ice, doubt, love, dismay
when he walked away, I opened my clenched fist
that had been filled with an invisible “I love you.”
From my palm dropped silvery ashes….
Feign
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