Long Day 45
45.
Crossed legs on the worn out tape patterns
Crunchy salty twists as I invite the girls to sit
Share breathe and relax
Then rush home to new surrender
Dig out your own eye
And see without overexuberance
Watch the leaving-respect the move.
Copyright © Autumn Ehrhardt | Year Posted 2012
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