See You in Seattle - Flipbook - Page 12
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We would soon
part ways—
her to the rain,
I to the ark.
v.
Do you think of me as often as I think of you?
At the thought of my face, is there a shade of
blue
that rests over you?
Am I still something you cannot shake?
That haunts your sleep
with the old hag’s weight;
dreams of a handsome couple
crashing
at the foot
of cascades?
lovingme
is romanticcharades
