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Entwining Frames

Poetry By: MissMDaisy

A very short poem.

Submitted:Feb 25, 2013    Reads: 8    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   

I'm sitting near your frame.

In a millisecond, I could feed the aching.

I could trace your skin, kiss your collarbone.

I could rustle your hair, entwine our hands.

I could stroke your back, feel your warmth.

I'm sitting near your frame and I can already feel you inside my bones.


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