crave him
a slip
in the silk
dream a smile
fall into his arms
mile after mile
i cry and i wail
learning to cope
me without you
who sparked my eyes
while the green grew bright
when fading to orange
winter was born
a black highlight
to birth my inner world
stripped to the core
of a heart worn sore
misery and hate
this damned fate
our smoky reverie
you without me.
Beautiful, J!
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I love this.
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Thanks Drew.
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Such beautiful Imagery.
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