Grasping.

Grasping.

A Poem by xXxCynicalWarsxXx

I like taking my hands

and dragging silver nails
down the length of the Nile,

creating crevices in your skin
and watching how you change hues,

Entwined to make you smile.

© 2013 xXxCynicalWarsxXx


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Added on April 29, 2013
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I am only the girl you see. My mind is caves and roads of red. My heart is generous and yes, Who am I without scars? I have my secrets. I have my songs I play and sing. Mostly, I have just my in.. more..

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