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Jan 31
Pi
The rain caught us
in the middle
of flickering streetlights
in this town,
a dark cold
night walk with you,
we stopped
in a small mart
to grabbed a *****
and talked about
the future,
you smiled
at me,
you rubbed
your warm hands
against my face,
and tears started
to fall.
Copyright © 2019
JK Cabresos
Written by
JK Cabresos  M/PH
(M/PH)   
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     Fawn, Perry and JK Cabresos
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