Dark Moves.

Moving into each other as the night sleet fell
on our soggy cigarettes.
Huddled in the doorway
greedily grasping at our hidden treasures
while late night revellers
splash towards the underground.



Poetry by Wumbulu
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Written on 2017-04-23 at 08:11

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