In her broken eyes
A question formed,
He didn’t have the heart to answer.
Prone on the roadway
Of cold bitumen,
He scooped her to the warmth of his arms.
Kitten
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In her broken eyes
A question formed,
He didn’t have the heart to answer.
Prone on the roadway
Of cold bitumen,
He scooped her to the warmth of his arms.