09-23-2015, 10:24 PM
The season finally slumps
and in the tender light behind the pane,
tired glances upon swirling glasses;
couples pretend worlds
from their worn leather couches,
and fade away on a warm brass note.
and in the tender light behind the pane,
tired glances upon swirling glasses;
couples pretend worlds
from their worn leather couches,
and fade away on a warm brass note.
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