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A tattoo at the base of her throat, Her coat pulled up to shield the cold Not high enough to conceal her one commitment
By Emily Layton4 years ago in Poets
The kisses are not the things that matter Basic chatter in a crowded room that seem to lead a conversation But the things that mean the most –
Concrete and carpet and walls made of stone This is the place that we once called our home These are the steps where we laid our hopes and our fears
