A Poem For MTL:
She waits for someone (other than me)
... pace once to the edge...
... pace back...
... pace once to the edge...
... pace back...
- now upon yr lips dance the smile hint
- yr eyes glowing, look far down the street; past forgotten corners
- I am held by the gravity of a being physically stranded by her wandering soul; flights of doves.
ok, ok
... pace once to the edge...
... pace back...
etc.
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