158 Bpm Poem by Peter Gray

158 Bpm



Below the hum of florescent lights,
Amongst the din of capitalistic sights,
You gave me what can only be freely given,
Lips met, and then began a tender fission.

Thursday, April 5, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: first love,kiss,love
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