Late Nights.

Late Nights.

A Poem by Nick

Silence. Human contact.
Skin against mine
shouldn't feel this foreign. 
I whisper to break the calm,
but you ignore me.

© 2013 Nick


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Added on October 31, 2013
Last Updated on October 31, 2013

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Nick
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Writing, like life itself, is a voyage of discovery. The adventure is a metaphysical one: it is a way of approaching life indirectly, of acquiring a total rather than a partial view of the universe. T.. more..