I pretended your hand held mine
swinging little arcs over sidewalks
music of rivers and buses
keeping time with our steps –
the sun winked like in a cartoon
and it was spring
it was all the dimensions
it was nice.
I pretended your hand held mine
swinging little arcs over sidewalks
music of rivers and buses
keeping time with our steps –
the sun winked like in a cartoon
and it was spring
it was all the dimensions
it was nice.
The Word Rummager 
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