Sunday 5 September 2010

not even slightly

i can't get over how quick, just how fast

there's just something pure unyielding unscathed
she has once again repeated the night, not wasted time
not wasted breath, no silence shed, no words left kept
so open, so vivid, alive bursting through my sheets
so try as i might i can't hate you anymore
this one is something else
there is nowhere in dreams that i'd rather be
all those salted ashes have fluttered away
and there is nothing but this surrounding me

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