by SeattleRain
I love strangers, don't know what kind of lovers they
make, but for a short while thay can juice you up and
send you away happy. This poem juiced me up.
over here...oh God, this is painful poem and only someone who has done it could ever know the hollow feeling of being there and not **being** at the exact same time..you captured it PERFECTLY, I am sooo sad to say....
how you got it just right. A place to visit, but ya wouldn't wanna live there. Thank you SR
The essence of the surge of the fling so perfectly captured I can feel it.
This poem was selected from Lit's archive of over 39,000 poems for inclusion in today's Archival Review.<br>
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