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Sep 2018
Not my stop, but
     I take your hand
still the thought of
     pull you with me
leaving makes my
     kiss you fiercely
heart feel hot – to cross
     together
beneath the buzzing light,
     escaping
softly into this crisp night.
Marsha's poem is intertwined here with mine.
Michael S Simpson
Written by
Michael S Simpson  Grass Valley, California
(Grass Valley, California)   
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   Fawn, Carina and Marsha Singh
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