pools of eloquence dissolved into dry reflected smiles
I'd shout but then maybe someone would stare
as I walk past empty tables
marble scattered on the walls
hid by life and temperature
pleeding an outer universe We light candles
Her eyes are stars of twilight
-Like all beginnings
when color changes contrast emerges
into a unique landscape
None can dim a healthy world entirely
though mesmerized
I still listen to our most sincere moments; to our darkness
but just for a moment...
before or just after the whirlpools
draw me too deep within
Untitled smiles cost nothing but well done ones leave a feeling of guilt.
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