We are all too young to die.
Monday, 9 December 2013
I miss you
She waits under the streetlight
With an absinthe glow of wildlife
I stand across and wait
It's getting a little late now
Leaves, without a word
So gracefully I never notice
But now I'm inclined to miss you;
Like you were ever mine to miss
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