
Itching words
under the surface
under the mind and there
where the eyes glow.
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-Alina
Writer in San Francisco, CA

In May, the fog slips
Into the city nestling
Against glass and steel
I am perched at the bar and
Swim in music and murmurs

Itching words
under the surface
under the mind and there
where the eyes glow.
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-Alina