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A Bead Of Sweat From Each Of Our Tightly Clasped Hands
A Bead Of Sweat From Each Of Our Tightly Clasped Hands navigated through the cracks of our palms and became one at the prints of our fingers tips. And as we walked and swayed, it ripped itself from us forever. A miniscule piece of you and I dripped to the sidewalk. The only part of us I will ever leave behind. No matter how seemingly meaningless. It was impossible for me to let it go unmentioned. The first thing our bodies created together. Apart from love, and ridiculous happiness.
Published 10th Jun 2013
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13th Jun 2013 9:35am
Well if its a bead why don't you string it and make a train of beads so you can blow your whistle when you want to go express.Well that way everyone would get out of your way and it'll be all yours!!!Very enticing poem!Thanks loved it.
