These moments
Had been stolen –
Your hushed words
Like a loaded gun,
A lazy smile
You try to hide,
A light touch
On my upper arm.
Can I be accused
Of stealing something
I borrowed in a hurry?
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Author:
anna_noday (
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- Category: Love
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