pictures of my day,
a tapestry of
heartwrenching moments -
and this whisper, an icycle on my lips..
waiting to reveal itself;
waiting to confirm the source of life..
waiting..
and then this newfound distance, in time and space
a maiming device;
a shadow..
the colour grey on my sparkling rainbow.
your smile a distant memory -
like the picture of sunshine on a cold, windy day..
but none of this to be found in that blissful other realm -
because in that place where souls take flight..
you belong to me,
and i
am only
yours..
Hacking the State
2 days ago
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