November 11, 2010
By Molly0909 BRONZE, Glendale, Arizona
Molly0909 BRONZE, Glendale, Arizona
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Soft whispers keep falling out your lips,

Sweet nothings murmured softly.

I can feel the heat from your fingertips,

Brush against a fragile psyche.

The author's comments:
I just wanted to address a moment, a happening, that stuck with me. I wasn't sure why, but it just really affected me.

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