Sensing Touch.A Poem by xXxCynicalWarsxXx
Criss and cross my fingers to yours.
Hold me still when I have angst; Calm my raging waves and sea bed distraught. Keep my body's warmth close I yours. This is what touch is? © 2013 xXxCynicalWarsxXx |
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Added on March 24, 2013 Last Updated on March 24, 2013 Author
xXxCynicalWarsxXxAboutI 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..Writing
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