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Jun 2016
b.
press your lips to
mine
we walk with our fingers laced enough, already
would it be so hard to sit on this bridge
watch the creek move slowly
and us move steady?

i woke up with the memory of softness in your eyes
and though i speak to you now it still feels like
goodbye
b
rook
Written by
rook  Winston - Salem
(Winston - Salem)   
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   Paridhi Sharma
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