Serenity Frost Writes at You
Nov 19, 2008
Breath
I stand
Alone
Holding
My breath
He flows by me
I lose my grip
My mind races past him
My mouth gaps when he smiles
He never sees my stare
Then he walks by
I breathe deeply
Gather my soul
And go
Hoping
To speak
Next time
We meet
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