the wonder(ing)ful gamble.

Come to me

ill hold your hand

and touch your heart

i will,

in effervescent

small relief

of lifes worn stream

of pain,

And you my dear

will hold right back

and touch me soft

and deep,

in gentle strokes

of small remorse

for time without

you here.

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