The Black & White Poet
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90 minutes
Casting my eyes through the thick air,
You're there.
Standing on the road of 90 minutes away.
Every day, glaring at the other side.
I could try to run in these dancing shoes,
But so much pulls me away.
One day darling, our hand's entwine
Will find no dominating distance.
Kisses will be within our reach,
And each hurt will find a hug,
And love will suppress that 90 minutes.
~DaYnA e. 12/3/03
You're there.
Standing on the road of 90 minutes away.
Every day, glaring at the other side.
I could try to run in these dancing shoes,
But so much pulls me away.
One day darling, our hand's entwine
Will find no dominating distance.
Kisses will be within our reach,
And each hurt will find a hug,
And love will suppress that 90 minutes.
~DaYnA e. 12/3/03
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