Us
by 
Bobo
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Posted: 24 November 2003 Word Count: 36 |
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Your words,
though softly spoken,
are barbed with absent love.
Your caresses,
always tender,
resound with empty gesture -
no feeling,
no passion,
without heart.
It is you,
you say,
not me
that is to blame.
though softly spoken,
are barbed with absent love.
Your caresses,
always tender,
resound with empty gesture -
no feeling,
no passion,
without heart.
It is you,
you say,
not me
that is to blame.
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