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His hand inches toward mine
steady and skillful
Finaly its on mine.
Warm and comforting
Sudddenly its all over .
I am awoken by my friend yelling at me
and a curious glance from the teacher
I look down at my hand.
Its cold and empty.
Those few seconds cold have lasted forever.
- by moo smiley |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 11/12/2008 |
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Comments (1 Comments)
- Nerdy_Haruhi - 11/15/2008
- i like your poem.....it gets us in touch of reality. smile
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