February 3, 2015 by ebbtide 2.3.15 Poet's Journal bus, graffiti, leaving, life, loss, poet's journal, relationship, writing 1 Comment I never told you that for weeks, the graffiti on the backs of the bus seats said quest and that’s how I knew to kiss you here now, wondering what’s next, someone has scrawled exodus Share this:FacebookEmailTwitterLike this:Like Loading... Related
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I love this one Sarah
so wonderful simple, honest, sweet. Very clear picture.
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