Perpetually Never
Poems and other collected works written by Dylan Adams
Saturday, 18 October 2014
Sweet
Those moments, brief
A word, a whisper
The barest touch, fingers on skin
Heart beat.
And then,
The kiss.
Dawn, too soon, her grey face
This time, sweet. But gone.
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