Do you hear it?
My skin is crying
Refuses to hush its wails while I fix my too easily read face
Hand tremors, a physical resemblance of my quivering heart
Tides of urge rush across that place only you know
It's that spot where red fencing became a sensitive invisible barcode.
Only I can feel the numbers
But your touch is the ebbe
I can only define as
Solace
Copyright: October 18, 2013
Friday, October 18, 2013
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By:
Ray
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