Things, things, things.
poetry by Caitlin Diamond
Thursday, April 23, 2015
174.
two hands, four breaths
your lashes, my lips
our backs, those sheets
your promises, my fears
that night, our song
soft tears, rough knuckles
three hours, one sunrise
never enough,
never enough
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