Tuesday, August 18, 2009

Come, closer


Hands shaking
ans you run them
over and over agian,
through your hair.
Frantic fingers
tracing labyrinths.
Scattered thought
running rounds
inside your head.
Scream, go on.
Let it out.
Whisper words,
frenzied fingers,
tangled thoughts.
Release yourself,
come to me.

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