..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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