Bodies shuffling into space
blown apart, the wind moves
and touches your face.
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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
Bodies shuffling into space
blown apart, the wind moves
and touches your face.
Thank you for reading!
Want more? Check out my Patreon!
-Alina