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I dream that I am being carried by
shade,
As we sweep through the darkness
And shadows change to grey
And the light breaks through the
bushes
And I remind myself of what I've
gone through,
And I wake up to the smile of the
sun,
To the warmth of your skin on my
skin,
And the breath of the first kiss
that was left on my lips.
And the smile that I can’t take back
And the cherry scent you left on my
neck,
Where you creased your fingers
across old breasts,
Seen time and again,
And the heart it still blends,
And it breaks, and it cries.
It won’t go away, no matter how hard
she tries.
With the circular saw, it pains ‘til
that day,
Where she will wake—in the shade of
the sun
In the warmth of your wings,
In the shadow of the dawn that has
far gone,
And left behind where things went
wrong.
Because she can’t.
Because she can’t.
Because he feels it too.
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