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shadow424

a small narrow

restaurant

at the edge of

a brownstone

on a tree lined

cobblestone

city street

with a

single isle

down its middle

past strings

of shells and

buttons

 

where tables

are pressed to

the walls

adorned with

framed

photos of

cowboys

flowers 

bicycles,

 

customers

speak softly

under dim lights

 

its a place you

could get lost in,

like love letters

without a

return address

 

 

 

  • Author: shadow424 (Offline Offline)
  • Published: June 10th, 2021 20:28
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 42
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  • Goldfinch60

    Those places can be so wonderful shadow.

    Andy

  • L. B. Mek

    like the free-flowing ease of your rhythm
    a fun read, thanks for sharing



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