15 Jun

Your biometric hardly matches

I touch you now and then, Over a cold glass door. Moist, Now and a little dry when The cold rushes past, cracks On my hand. Then there are the scratches, As I dig through clods of earth. Moist, Now and a little dry when The dry wind rushes, cracks On my land. You say, why do you have scratches? Your biometric hardly matches, Go now and come back in a week, Put some Nivea lotion if you want, Smooth your fingers with some magic trick. My land is drier [Read more ...]