thinking of Central Park…

thinking of Central Park…

thinking of Central Park…

Autumn in the city…

bones ache…

September gone…

your scent still lingers…

old bridges in Central Park…

moss covered stone…

am I still alive…or is it a dream…

jazz plays softly in my ears…

car horns sound…

taxis pass by…

carriages clippity clop…

a lover gives his girl a rose…

thinking of Central Park…

thinking of Central Park…

I miss you…

Published by: dmseay

The writing is based on my surroundings and what I've been surrounded by. This language is coarse and politically incorrect; which I make no apologies for. These characters are not nice and to use any other dialogue would be disingenuine. That being said, I choose to roll the dice. dm seay

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