Us, From the Realization Til Now
Meeting.
Soaked souls in wine.
Dizzy, tingling hearts fall behind.
Our moment's trump all else; rebuilds lost time.
Ignite, our connection is flint.
We dance 'til dawn.
Meeting.
Copyright © Amy Wallace | Year Posted 2019
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