Mulled, thinking
drifting into the
midnight hours
until there are
bodies that ache.
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-Alina
Writer in San Francisco, CA

I saw her at the
Crossroads, black dog at her heel
A torch in her hand
Another drink, a day gone
Torch burning in the darkness
Mulled, thinking
drifting into the
midnight hours
until there are
bodies that ache.
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-Alina