What If We Kissed At The Brutalist McDonald’s?
a poem
By Aaron MorrisonPublished 10 months ago • 1 min read

Abandoned
Hand in hand
We seek shelter beneath the gray
You press your lips to mine
I reciprocate
Transactional
No moisture
Nothing blossoms as always
So we wait
Gaunt
And afraid to be alone
About the Creator
Aaron Morrison
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Born during a (___natural disaster___), Aaron spends his free time exploring (___unusual location (plural) ___) and raising domesticated (___fictional creature (plural)___).
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Comments (1)
Nice work...but you're not really my type (and I prefer the Art Nouveau KFC)!