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I walked in her room, it smelled
like mine. Or maybe it was just
a remnant of her perfume left
on my collar. Comfortable silence, a
caramel-vanilla lipstick kiss, you left
on my corduroy.
Brash voices tell of tales
from
soggy marshed pastures, and cold
breath air. How could I possibly
fill the void of her existence?
Fallible fortunes, emptied on the
plate of the cyber-demons, they
leave hungry still.
Baroque vessels sailing over
ice caps and snow, treading
upon the sycamore wings of
seagulls and sparrow blossom
roses, courting her throughout
the evergreen basin. We will
build the cabins fortnight.
Impressions of stardust cosmic
secretions left on the blanket
of snow, below the foot of
your bedroom. Sunlight burns the
passion of the late glow moon.
Tides now ripple slowly inward
And outbound from glassy beaches.
Leaves now turning to the
pastel shades of ambience strewn
fields, of maize and wheat. Majestic
intricacies forming legible signatures
on the plains of the desert floor.
Intimate shadows now dance on
the enigma laced skyline.
Awaken, not startled, I look
into your eyes. These are
the eyes I want to wake
up to forever. These are
The dreams we will experience.
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