Tuesday Poem: Blah

24 Jan
She thinks that heaven happens
some where close to
your hands in hers
she thinks
it doesn’t matter
that you’re the woman who knows best
hot to make her cry
but I’m no fool
I know that love has its pains
but those are surpassed by there gains
and I know you
you feel unreal to me
the way touch her isn’t clear
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