Finger Tip Sweep
I can pull out your heart.
Then if I wish I could put it back in.
Then mend your skin with love because I am a man.
It’s a two way street the lying and cheating.
Then honesty comes - then learnt eventually wrong most always win.
A soul bouncing on fingertips needs time to heal and grow.
The pain, gain, agony, blindly - deceit
The love people spare just not to be alone - the unknown fingertip sweep.
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