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Indeed,
you would love her too
if you would only see her
sitting in a sun-saturated kitchen
with a flower in her hair
and a lyrical smile.
I find her in my bedroom, grinning,
Messy and mischievous, her dark hair down
“I just needed a kirby grip.”
She stiffens up, stands straight,
We fell through the crust by our own choosing.
Cracking, beneath our boots, and with a clamour
We disappeared.
You are angelic
Oh how I long for your warm embrace. To see your moonlit face, to gaze into your starlit eyes. I dream of you wiping away all the pain and the lies. But alas, this shall never come to pass. Try as I might, no matter how much I scream and fight.
