Perfectly powder blue iris’ of yours

display my past present and future

back at me

parched lips of mine

dabbled with a subtle rouge

craving and hesitating to meet yours

this little infinity of ours

holding us, willing prisoners

captive in these moments

cold hands and feet entangling

seeking a way to hold on

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