(fingers)A Poem by Zelda Gin
please do not hold hands
don't let people know the end of us how fingers used to twined with love wrench of hurt are still remembered don't look up, nor linger I'll leave the town you'll sail outbound to a new moorage as if these fingers never knew their fate never pined for yours. 25/03/2016 © 2020 Zelda Gin |
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Added on February 12, 2020 Last Updated on February 12, 2020 Author
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