Last Chance Poem by Keith Michael
Last Chance
i tally up the times the amber lit sky has let down its rain to quench our thirst. one can live off of you. eyes as blue as the freshest lake waters. hair as thick as the dark limbs that protrude from the solid body trees, and still...there is such a strong attraction we cannot act on. but soon i will be saved. you will find yourself, and i will find myself in you.
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