gracecameron
Of the street where self-possessed suits
Fume, hiss and check their blackberries
Scoffing at the orange hand that
Wastes their precious time
The thought snickers as it gracefully slithers through my desperate fingers. Like fog, it evades my hold as I swipe at it.
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