Love Song.

Blue Fences
Nov 4 · 1 min read
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She was no symphony.

But with eyes closed. Her next to me…

I could swear her bones composed some sort of melody…

Hands rhythmic drum.

Slick singing tongues.

We were synced.

Complete harmony.

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Blue Fences

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