that day ,
you read the lines of my hand.
what i loved was not whatever you said
but the care with which you held my hand ,
like nothing will ever make that fall away.
I felt so secure.
Awake all night on knees.... gave away those doors and keys... walking with winter blues.... Left home with a pair of jeans....Hands searching for warmth in cold.... mingled with dreams inside.... empty pockets and empty she... with the chilly wind besides... the puppet walks away tonight.
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