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A Poem by M.J. Gamboa.
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If only you knew.

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Your hands
were crisp in mine.

Your fingers,
frosted blades of
grass in my
grip.

My hands,
were crisp
with the realization
that seemed to
be all i
could wrap my head
around.

And your fingers
were melting,
I was taking
small pieces of you.

You’d travel

half a mile,

if only

you knew.


© 2016 M.J. Gamboa.


Author's Note

M.J. Gamboa.
Something short, with your review also i would like you to write what meaning do you find in it

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M.J. Gamboa.
M.J. Gamboa.

Venezuela



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