ABSTRACTIONS OF AUTUMN
1/2/10
Waste of Time
Eyes meet, blushed cheeks
a rush of blood from handshake to heart,
soft scent, breathe deep
a future lived before it's start.
You could be the one,
before love ruins it
and I'm left stabbing my lime in a bar somewhere.
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