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My Heart in Your Hands
You, Idongesit, have
Treated me thus.
To dance with my heart
In her lover's bed.
Why?
Does he
Do better than
I do?
You sneak in my
Absence into his bed.
But you told me
It's just the two of us
You told me
I kiss very well.
But in my absence
You sneak out
To dance with him.
With my heart in
Your hands.
Treated me thus.
To dance with my heart
In her lover's bed.
Why?
Does he
Do better than
I do?
You sneak in my
Absence into his bed.
But you told me
It's just the two of us
You told me
I kiss very well.
But in my absence
You sneak out
To dance with him.
With my heart in
Your hands.
Published 15th Oct 2010
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21st Oct 2010 9:44am
24th Oct 2010 8:00pm
Lovely sorrow, sir. It is a pain known too well by too many, leaving destructive mirrors of questions in its wake.
25th Oct 2010 8:26am
