Past LoverA Poem by obfuscate.sigh.
Your touch whispers soft secrets into my skin
and my heart beats like the wings of a sparrow in the clouds; you lift a delicate hand and murmur a soft "hello," but your lips are only a ghost of a memory of a time when we loved.
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Added on February 3, 2012 Last Updated on February 3, 2012 Author
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