Cold ConcreteA Poem by J. B.
I speak to her with my eyes
but her ears hear only silence And her pounding heart matches the pace with which she walks away My ears hear only footsteps. My eyes see only the empty space she left behind. The pavement leaves no trace of you. Did I imagine you the whole time? How vivid my imagination to break my own heart.
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4 Reviews Added on September 10, 2017 Last Updated on September 10, 2017 AuthorJ. B.NYC, NYAboutFeminist Anti-Trump MMA instructor Musician/Composer Activist USMC veteran Intellectual Kink and sex-positive advocate more..Writing
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