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in the half light of silence
I closed my unseeing eyes as mud became rock and underneath laid our story, lain in thrift, tough as an axe handle and fragile as daylight. descent into the inevitable invisible, where the memory of you lingers, suspended from above like a piece of art -- you can find me in the dreamer’s lounge, on my knotted knees, where your stone is cold -- and when love decides to find me and I open my eyes let it be you. |
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Beautiful
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Great Write.
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Great Write. why thank you both |
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