Tuesday, March 3, 2020

Sandpaper

Your presence
Rubs me like sandpaper
Every fiber of me
Wants to back away
Escape the grating
Let these scabs heal

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Parched

 My love your love Acid Rain Pouring down on me I raised my face Drink it in Burning My eyes my throat So parched Thirsty for any Drop