Caress
See the films go by without the slightest care
I dream of visions beyond the wildest stares
Past time from out of this world
Sensed by a thread that lingers with your touch
Is it you, or is it me?
Copyright © Luke Kenneth Casson Leighton | Year Posted 2006
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