Interlude 8

Late night stories
Running naked, cutting through the breeze
Kissing your eyes
Walking onto our friends
Catching stars and seas
Presses up to me
Whispers “Take me”
Soft skinned covered shells
And the taste of bells
To the atmos-greet
I know
I know
Move On
Move On
Now it’s time to move on
Move On

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Author: Michelle Teoh

21-year-old cynical Asian, book enthusiast and purveyor of fine sarcasm.

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