we will wander
around the city
like ghosts
in our suits
and black ties
stand quietly
at the bus stop
or for the train
in neon light
hallucinate
your voice
behind us
as we hide
from the truth
behind dreams
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Fleeting Scenes, Fleeing Thoughts
PoetryA collection of patchwork scraps. Poetry, vignettes, character studies and experiments. More of a way for me to collate my writing than anything else.
