meeting you
black gloss,
doorways painted,
open up like shadows
sideways
into alleys
where a drunkman
sleeps, hiding his
face beneath his
jacket.
she dances
as he watches
from a table.
late night conversations
break with every movement
she is making.
her reflection
is his image
twisted.
doorways painted,
open up like shadows
sideways
into alleys
where a drunkman
sleeps, hiding his
face beneath his
jacket.
she dances
as he watches
from a table.
late night conversations
break with every movement
she is making.
her reflection
is his image
twisted.
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