"shall we?" Jay Gatsby uttered.
we took each step
cautiously,
as if we were
treading carefully
on each other's
soul.
and it made me a little sad,
that I could never be his
anymore.
Nov 25, 2013
Nov 25, 2013 at 7:34 AM UTC
"shall we?" Jay Gatsby uttered.
we took each step
cautiously,
as if we were
treading carefully
on each other's
soul.
and it made me a little sad,
that I could never be his
anymore.
what am I even doing I feel like I'm just putting the dance scene in poem form.
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