Friday, January 30, 2004

Gentle Hands I

They weren't alone, or together. He hid from her when she was looking. She made the bed with gentle hands. With gentle hands and a callused heart she cooed the baby and sang him blue. She thought of him as he drove together. She knew he wouldn't want her back, but with soft hands she cryed a lullaby.

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