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Windowsthey stir woefully with graceful lilt, in
exhausted sync with ephemeral breaths, and
i watch as aimless and transparent smiles hover
overhead, mocking gravity within pyrrhic wind.
420mary-jane always did enjoy
harmonizing you, with
every intrinsic arpeggio reverberating
from Beethoven's silver tongue.
mary-jane always did enjoy
embracing you, with
every bard calculating and determining casual
spirited sunlight dancing across your skin.
mary-jane always did enjoy
showering you, with
hints of happy accidents painted
across your sated face.
Callousice-crystals fall from absolute sky
kissing soft earth, eyes tempering
hardened soil to harder still-
tasting frozen breaths between
carved limbs intertwined by
the caress of constant
contours: shattered spine, on
cracked rib, on numb toes, on
every sigh in correlation with:
"stay, under this unfaithful
cold, a blanket of every last promise
your youthful self proclaimed for its own."
Ethershe wears thin and sleepless
on augmented breaths, in
her eyes ache, whispering
isn't every tragedy
the very essence of beauty?
she vibrates in dire melody,
chanting where is every scenic
word cried in tears of detention?
she wears weary and starved
on every celestial bond
tinkering in bridges
of long deserted
Nilher eyes tell stories of
the science behind
numb dances around broken
telephone lines; vague
in weary promises.
stories of his rough skin, breaking
outlines of isolation across atoms and
the synapses of neurons in
her used head.
stories of the love she makes
to absent, small leaves- the
burrow of words in punished soil, in
every collective thought found
between desolate constellations, and of
p e r f e c t i o n
Seasshe swears to swim
the length of every ocean, to reach
haven in the trace of
his resting place between
Opheliaoften, she is left marred
by his lonesome nothing, in charred memories
of patterned streets embedded in
trembling cobblestone breaths. sometimes,
she drowns herself in self-driven forlorn desires. her
rosebud mouth drinks half-formed
mystic mutterings, stealing willow patterned puddles
in revolution around adolescent sun-dreams of
morning glory, wrapped with forgiving
oak trunk solid earth bastion,
forever lost to live in his silence.
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