Sunday, March 25, 2012

Reminicing

..Riding the Metro
The book is open

My mind is somewhere else
a Fly is circling me

You have barely
let go of my lips

Catching our breaths
Cold Shower needed

And you say
You miss me already

Can't wait
for the morrow

Sigh
It seems
Unreal


its only one day
Book closes the fly was inside


(old suff)

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