He lifts his shoes to his hands; not his hands to his laces.
I always bend down to take off my shoes.
He lifts.
I bend.
We could never work.
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Oye, musing without textonomies.
A Certain Tip
About Me
- Luna & Gaelle
- New York, New York, United States
- Wine turns me over, but a text makes love.
Musing:
Poetry is words making love to each other.
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Thank God you two are posting again!!
Thanks! We are happy to be writing again. Please keep reading and share any suggestions. We welcome any and all. Love, L y G!
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