come

come
seat
on a hand of my soul
wrap dreams
around its fingers
and behind 
grey waste road
drawn
what never true was
come
hide
my wet eyelashes
in the glimmers
of
your own
kindness and warmth
come


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4 Responses to come

  1. Oh my! thrilling writing!!!!

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