We still groped for each other on the backstairs or in parked cars
We still groped for each other on the backstairs or in parked cars as the road around usgrew glossy with ice and our breath softened the view through the glass already laced with frost,but more frequently I was finding myself sleepless, and he was running out of lullabies. Richard Siken -- source link
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