not a poet
It's what I do
Monday, December 12, 2011
Uncertain Disposition
I hold you within reach
Or so I am compelled to assume
What prevails is unclear
Do I attempt to embed footprints on your heart
I dread the possibility of cold feet
Dayna L
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