Just dropping you a note.......
When can ma fingers tell the pulse?
Unless it does not
Another of those false belief
Returning to me
Illusion was drawing
Unlocking ma feelings
Faceful of ashes
Shivering in a quilt
Whispering in a curse
And freezing in silence
Why such play ripping the tide
Rolling into eyes darkness
Portraying and knitting love
I can see colors touching me
This was the place all starts
And picking ma instinct
Smoothing in a waste of single word
Holding the skin disappearance..
When can ma fingers tell the pulse?.......
This poem was written by MCgaL(sWEEtmICHe)
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