My Ab-Inito Poem by Matthew Ali

My Ab-Inito



Lie and lie and lay between,
Lovers sheets and tangled sleeves

Summer shines at 17,
Dancing faces lay in streams

Cotton wool and seas of green
If only we were 17,

Lazy sweethearts dance for me,
they wont dance the way we used to be.

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