Contributor: M.E. Ashline

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Linger at our crossroads
Where we intersect together,
Close and closer,
Wanting to touch;
Your words are like a punch,
Knocking out wind and wit
And lips that need to be bit;
Held in with a guise,
A cloak,
In you, I see a reflection of me:
Tempted by a swaying wind to spree,
So kindred spirits we may be.


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I am an aspiring poet and novelist bent on the pursuit of truth, eloquence, and quick quips with a nuanced message.