Move with the waves,
drip down into echo
chambers, singing
of moans
and lovers delights.
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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
Move with the waves,
drip down into echo
chambers, singing
of moans
and lovers delights.
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Want more? Check out my Patreon!
-Alina