Hidden ConnectionsA Poem by VeritasexlogosWhat we do.
Her fingers carve
tracks in his naked back. Weightless flakes of marble collecting underneath. She sees what she makes. © 2010 Veritasexlogos |
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Added on June 4, 2010 Last Updated on June 4, 2010 AuthorVeritasexlogosWorcester, MAAboutMy attempts at writing are nothing short than me trying to figure out what exactly to put in this very box. more.. |

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