I see you walking along the very edges of my mind that don't exist
you reach out to me time and time again but I can't seem to grab
your hand, fingers outstretched wide in my general direction but
swaying ever so slight.
Nails polished in colours I can't comprehend on fingers adorned
with rings from countries I have yet to see.
Saturday, 9 May 2009
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