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© by Shannon Watson 2015

Interlocked fingers, wandering minds,

deep contact, brief words, yet one of a kind.

I stare at them in an emerald gaze, cruel

eyes stabbing at their fleeting phase.

Another pair caught in an embrace,

hands trace her lips, her beautiful face.

Sadness and anger inside me duel, until

they explode into fast hot tears. Leave,

like a fool.


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This entry was posted on March 9, 2015 by in Poetry and tagged , , , , .
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