Tear-stained, cold-pressed sheet.
Strokes I hoped would bring you back.
Dip the brush. Repeat.
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It’s close to midnight.
These hollow words hurt my ears.
Just give up the fight.
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Soft breath in my ear
As we swayed in the moonlight
Fingers clutched two souls
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