The Girl I Met Briefly Today
Dark early due to a winters rising,I sing of falls
passing with a violent vibrabto,I pass my time chained to my thoughts,I dream of places I've been before a northern passage with golden fields its always fall in my head yet winter is alive and my dark skin is chilled,I sit with a poets pen and a writers prose and watch the winter moon through my window and write nothing, i hear the murmuring of my kitchen clock it reminds me that i have no place to go I'm alone and wish I could share my wine with the girl I met briefly today,I will drink alone and wonder of my next hours.
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