My trembling fingers slip into your frozen palm,
Our eyes meet;mine searching,
Yours looking at me- lifeless.
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| Picture credit: Christophe Vanfleteren |
Monday, March 7
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An interior monologue, a performance, a confession and a song,some words for my best audience - ME.
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