West Dundas

Here the sun rises in green. A pine-tree green. It carries fresh mints in the air, ready for that morning kiss. But my heart is in West Dundas getting lost in the streets caged between sky high buildings.

I think back to the lights bouncing off the snow onto your face. I think back to the ease of my mind in that art gallery when I laid my head on your shoulder.

But I am a thief.

I ran, taking our moment leaving you with nothing but my shadow.

I’ve become a stranger again.

-blissinlace

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