Across,
In amongst a crossing,
My oxfords met yours.
My trench coat entrenched
Itself into yours.
We grabbed for the same newspaper,
And I found myself peeling
Off my smile
And handing it to
You.
Nov 22, 2014
Nov 22, 2014 at 11:22 PM UTC
Across,
In amongst a crossing,
My oxfords met yours.
My trench coat entrenched
Itself into yours.
We grabbed for the same newspaper,
And I found myself peeling
Off my smile
And handing it to
You.
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