Visibility – One Couch

At the party, the room was smoke.
I never got his name. No eye contact.
Visibility – one couch.

Literally bumped into him in the cafeteria.
Earthquake – the epicenter.

He asked me to meet him at the library.
Heartbeat – one twenty.

We didn’t study. We blossomed.
Thirst – unquenchable.

 

 

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