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Apr 2018
love to go walking
in crazy times
so late at night
Β Β wrap me up inside

delicious mist

not alone, I am
held tight by this fog
walking on a path
of many who pass

just ahead by a few
moments & brush
my skin in kisses

"heart & soul
heart & mind
nobody ever
felt like we do
right now"

words heard out
on the path
I follow

who knows, who says
what or where we go
but such a joyful

night we share

true story, except that if you leave at 12:30 am, it's really morning, but not in my mind, what sense does literal sense really make?
Written by
Medusa  F/California
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