echoes | poetry | wattys2018

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she sways
to the beat,
eyes close,
shades of
lights
pouring
all over
her.

my eyes were
burning,
i can't help
groaning,
all eyes were
staring at her.

left my seat,
gliding towards
her,
resting my hand
on the back of
her waist.

–you're mine.
words fell out.

—gone for partying.