Like old news papers
From my hands
Left un touched
Un washed -
Shaken .
If I turn away
Will you find the smile
Lost in the ocean
Separating you
From
Me
I whisper your name
In a summer rain
No one sees me there alone
Dreaming -
I wrap his jacket around me
I watch you laughing
But it's in my sleep
As I sit here collecting
Finger prints
From hands
Like old news papers
Shaken -
Left here alone
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