Circaaaa, hmm, 1991, had to be...
Eyes the colour of rich eroded forest earth
Hair drawn with black ink
Shadows surround eyes like grace
lips full
Stubble grew upon his face
Him wanting to hear my own story
willing to share his own
the sun was lowering its own glory
the streetlights hadn't yet shown
Forgotten attraction, mind fulfilled at once
Alter plans with friends
Dance in the street, kiss my hand
Stopping to hear a doorway street band
Two people from the same, different land
Me and this man from Pakistan
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