BeforeA Poem by The_Gargoyle
It seems absurd
Perhaps obscene Your trace a haunting tone I smile as I walk alone Passing glance Idle chance Drawn like moths to a shared flame Each street sign holds your name Touch brief Breath deep The days wither in autumn heat Your smile rests in each heartbeat Future dark Memory fades Each shared moment Begins to tear and fray
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Added on August 26, 2015 Last Updated on August 26, 2015 Author
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