The Roof by Drew Daves
An ever changing collection of my poetry
Entry for May 10, 2008
toy
I felt your hand
press against my own
And your cheek
drag across my face
What I didn’t choose to feel
In the numbness
of my comfort
Was the crushing
of my innermost
Into deep pile carpet.
2008-05-10 10:40:46 GMT
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