(i'm not sure how
she tie's me up in knots
without a single touch
or how she has taken nothing
and given everything
without a single word.
she calls me Wonder Woman
and insists my hands are magic
but truth is
she was the magical one
and I am only the illusion of it
left wondering how
skin to skin
was never close enough)
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Monday, March 28, 2016
for a pessimist I'm pretty optimistic
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