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Lingering in 875

Lingering in 875

The air was filled with chance and nervous words.
There were moments where I didn't dare breathe.
Making my mind frantic.
Feeling alive and fearfully exposed.
Then eyes light, hands clasped and lips met.
I still linger in that room.
Cappuccino stained wood, a half empty ashtray, and my verbalized guts laid out like a hand of cards.
Wishing you'd chase this spark with me.

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Tony Taylor

Gorgeous imagery here S.J.!!.....I could almost feel the room..... see the kiss..... and  imagine the 'franticness' of the authors mind!!......ALL STARS !!.....well done dear poet brother!!...... and...... WELCOME to COSMO!!....LOVE and ROCKETS!!.....T xo ??✴??✴?

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S. J. Summers

Thank you very much! That' my goal...i want the reader to feel it all as if it were themselves. Thanks again for the welcome and kind comment.

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