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Like the brown colour of dried blood

The feelings

Perhaps have elapsed under

The thick currents of time

Memoirs of past whispers

Cloud my existence

Seeking

Still for eyes that could cry

The pounding beats

Of a sick heart plead

For those hushed laughters

To return

And walks late nights

With hands entwined

Are as vivid as they can be

Some strolls through stones

And rain through the fog

Those million kisses

Have smoked up, gone in a fizz

They are wound up in a cave

Of vaporized thoughts

That no longer

Call out or miss

Of running wild

In wilderness wide

I no longer

Can be as quiet as he

The sun refuses to bloom

And succumbs to gloom

One day he then calls

Like a thunder before a storm

Announcing

A buried me