Denisov | Teen Ink


December 30, 2019
By Marysia PLATINUM, Halifax, Virginia
Marysia PLATINUM, Halifax, Virginia
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Let me lose myself

In the dusty corridors of our

Conversations, in the 

Dirt on your

Work-weary fingertips.

For once, allow me 

To gaze at you, to 

Plot every point, every fleeting star

In the galaxies of your eyes.

Worry not, dearest 

About the fate of 

The world we know,

For time does not stand still

And now exists

Only for a moment.

The author's comments:

Live in the now :)

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