The Owl & The Dove

we stop and we go

like a yellow light, moving slow

only touches to keep us high 

you’re a night owl

flying away when night chooses to die

my shell draws you in

your soul drives me away

i leave you once the sun awakes 

to be a dove in the light of day

— a.k.

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