Archive for July, 2016
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I didn’t see you there

Unintentional –
your little fingers
now bruised and misshapen
I would have you curl your tiny fist
and strike me
but settle with heavy heart;
as an anchor, sinking rapidly
under the weight of
breathless shame –
the kind that words
cannot quite convey.

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Fingers and Toes

You’re on my list, baby
And the memory drives me crazy
Too bad it’s too good for you now
Could do with a bit of you now
Yeah, might try to work it over again
See if I can get you in tune
Surely you still feel it too?
…No?
Well, sorry for bothering you!

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