At the FringesA Poem by Azmurith
You stand there
at the fringes of my grasp. Never far enough away to be missing but never close enough to be held. You pain me as I pain you, yet you give me joy as I hope to give you. There is a secret between us that no one can know, for that is why we can never be alone. You tempt me in impure ways as I tempt you in improper ways. Never together at the right time, always together at the wrong time... © 2014 Azmurith
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Added on July 25, 2014 Last Updated on July 25, 2014 Author
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