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Look at me, See me through a scope Longingly, patiently See me at the end of the rope You demand my soul, but forget my heart
By Luke Segota6 years ago in Poets
We sway in the wind as a willow would by the pond Water crawls over itself as a breeze pushes it along, lapping at it gently
Her grasp was that of the tide, leaving your porous skin. Dampness is still evident, but physical connection is dispersed.