
Drifting and dreaming
in the cold night. Against
the moonlight, chrome and
smoke, eyes lulled by
intoxicants. Drifting
and dreaming.
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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

Drifting and dreaming
in the cold night. Against
the moonlight, chrome and
smoke, eyes lulled by
intoxicants. Drifting
and dreaming.
Thank you for reading, please follow or subscribe to read more poems!
-Alina