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
silently into this crisp night.
Sep 2, 2018
Sep 2, 2018 at 5:43 AM UTC
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
silently into this crisp night.
Marsha's poem is intertwined here with mine.
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