highways and pavements
stretch themselves to
no end, the city cluttered
by unfeeling metals that
move, we stop and we start,
closer and closer to an
evening with you, nearer
and nearer to the sight
of you - blinking signs
and head-spinning noise,
a twisted representation
of the haywire inside
my brain, haunted by
the wish i am holding you.
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