Daily Archives: January 18, 2014
sometimes
sometimes you almost touch love it stumbles closer every day you stretch your fingertips until it mocks you and slips away sometimes you almost hear love perhaps across a telephone line is that static or just silence did you miss … Continue reading
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Tagged bitterness, concealed in darkness, fingertips, love, medicine, painful past, photograph, poetry, sometimes, sweet and pure, telephone
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