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Untilled

Untilled
 
Every time I close my eyes 
   I think what was supposed to be
     and how to move forward effortlessly.
Could someone like me merge into dreams unseen
   to kiss your lips like a searing desert breeze?
      These thoughts fade into blackness
when faces turn as if everything
that occurs is nonchalant
           and unrecognized within
my hopeless woolgathering.

Joy4no1

 

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