by elo69santa cruz, California, USA
Jun 2016 589 Views 1 comments
riddle
I am a handle to hold what the mind enfolds
soft in a lovers ear or quiet as a mothers tear
i can draw you close or make you run in fear
I can be long or short or one or two or in the middle too
I am the same for me and you but not the same its true
because I am the things my friends call me too
soft in a lovers ear or quiet as a mothers tear
i can draw you close or make you run in fear
I can be long or short or one or two or in the middle too
I am the same for me and you but not the same its true
because I am the things my friends call me too
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Posted: Jun 2016
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