she combed my hair flat with her
fingers
maternal and caring
the shiver I felt at her touch lingers
natural and uncaring
vernal and unsparing
a fair, quiet girl – Oh I wish I were
younger.
I am a man of habits I got to this conclusion because I flash-realised that I am hoping that someone, someday will see the patterns the rou...
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