A clinical time on the train to Michigan freezes at the movement of her boots. You knock on my seat for an alliance. The wasted times lure the line of agreement between our white socks. And your blue gaze. May entice the lines of freedom, laundries of bitterness, so as my reunion with the dead sea. Life starts with a handshake—submissive but evangelizing my colors of blanket to the times of the writing stage. You cover my eyes, and the countdown starts.
Forget about every single pain you grieved and held onto.
Tears don't forget, but the white fur of my jacket is here to let go and forgive.
Bring peace and let the time between you and me be the new beginning.
Follow me.
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