Indignant.

You.

Danced at the edge at the hostel roof.

Me.

Lit cigarettes for crows – I’m quite the goof.

How long will be enough to make us right?

To watch the flame dance with us till ardour meets first light.

Published by killgwen

Tell me how do my writings make you feel. Tell me how does your heart feel today. The good, the bad, the in-between, Or even the ones that were unclear to see. I wanna know the visual in your mind, and the spectrum of colours vivid in your heart and eyes. -- I write not because I want to, because I need to. I don't stay up to write, I write so that I can fall asleep. Talk to me.

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