you looked at me--- passed by,
i saw you at the
corner of my eyes.
i cursed under my breath,
cursing why do i have
to cry again.
A/N: last twelve.
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Hands
Poetryhands are important because it uses to show love, to show how you care and to hurt someone. [ © 2014 greyfilmplaying ] poetry #308 | short story #531
