Pages As I read my book you cross my mind... Causing the words to blur as the story becomes insignificant. And soon I'm left lost in the pages... Unable to focus on anything but you. December 5, 2020October 24, 2022 by Ash Ochoa Poetry Categories: My PoetryTags: Confused, Focus, Late Night, Lost, Poetry, Reading, You 9 Comments
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