A Meeting

Autumnal Flurries
1 min readSep 26, 2020

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Photo by Nurzhan Shakenov on Unsplash

A quite park
An empty shed
A dusty bench

Two broken souls
A stolen kiss

Two racing hearts
Few missed beats
A stream of sweat

And a flick of tongue
A salty neck

Two fusing bodies
Two tangling tongues
Few winding fingers

A tacit regret
Of time lost

A quite park
An empty shed
A dusty bench

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