We sped down alleyways,
We skipped through puddles,
Holding hands.
I pulled you along,
The light of the moon guiding us.
The smell of smoke lingered in the air.
And over the ashes
We danced.
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PoetryThere was something about her that Captivated him. Something that made him stay. Maybe it was the dip of her hips, Or the curl of her toes. The secrets in her smile, That he loved, I suppose. He was drowning in her waters Yet still parched With ecs...
