Sitting Next To You Read Count : 41

Category : Poems

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My hands can caress you,
The way my hands can hit your skin. 
Sometimes I look like a saint,
Sometimes I give everyone the impression
That all the devils live inside me.

  The thought that I may be
A stranger scares you, but sitting next to you,
You don't want to hear some of my words,
I don't want to know more about you...

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  • Dec 27, 2023

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