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of peculiar flowers/like sound of laughter/fluid in words you could spell/only after lettering down/libations on territories/virgin with mystic bites/of your footsteps/creating gardens/of hope beyond tales

Monday, July 22, 2013

Closed eyes




It grew,
this thing we felt,
stale
Apart
it was whole
you were
Lover, loved, love
and then you saw questions
that wouldn’t end
it annoyed you,
every time
with my fist in you it was harder to reach you
and you frowned sometimes
spark in my eyes hid
I thought
you unlike the others
but like them
came with a lesson
so I sit here calling you
love lover beloved
but my heart has forgotten
how to break