Blue Ink Pen
Thursday, January 30, 2014
My love, you were never there,
so do not pretend you were
For these glimpses will fade away
Like fingerprints on glass
My lips
kissed nothing
but fragments of my desire
and
your hands
held my body
but grasped nothing of my soul
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