The grind
Author: Linda
Filed in: words, simplesimple words fall from
parted lips
and echo through the mind
willing hands
grip helplessly to
hold against the grind
rustling hair whisps wildly
i smell the scent
of you
careless motions of body and soul
utterly unfound
and true.
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