Report, if you have a problem with this page“ And what part of me will beginTo forget you first; the suddenPains that shoot to my bruised palmsAs I think of you in the cover of the dark,Or the invisible handClutching at my heart, as it knocks against its savage cage,Or my still swollen lipsAs they remember the touch of your gentle fingertips? ”
Sreesha Divakaran
From : Those Imperfect Strokes
