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Saturday, 26 September 2015

POETRY:"LINGER"



"LINGER"



Eyes
That
Melt
Words
Left
Unspoken
Lips
Unlocked.

This. This is our curse.


We    Are    Meant
To    Yearn    For
What    We    Will
Never    Have.


And yet,
I Swear
I Will Always
Imagine
The Touch Of
Your Palm
Onto My Heart.

~A