Your sweet hands reach
Into the empty pocket of my heart
And leave a stone.
Copyright 2011 Matthew J Wells
Thursday, September 22, 2011
Unrequited
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Persons attempting to find a motive will be prosecuted; persons attempting to find a moral will be banished; persons attempting to find a plot will be shot.
Your sweet hands reach
Into the empty pocket of my heart
And leave a stone.
Copyright 2011 Matthew J Wells
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