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ploypailin (32)in #poetry • 8 years ago

flowing, slowly
shifting between
our befuddled
breaths and
sauntering
play dates.

grown irately,
your touch
became un-warm,
disconcerted
i am indeed

yet, our strings
beat in harmony,
electrifying it
was, static, and
utterly, blissful.

ploy.

8 years ago in #poetry by ploypailin (32)