Thursday, 25 April 2013

Recoil

3.10 pm: the quivering light and warmth cry out for touch, but your blurred, sweaty hands recoil in shock, touch nothing.
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1 comment:

Jade said...

Wow, such beautiful, poignant writing.

27 April 2013 at 13:11

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