iridescent dripping essence
- i can taste the hues,
space: the view;
i apologize for looking straight through you.
sighs and skies, interspersed, shape an ancient tune
we reprise every time i seem to wait for news.
rhyme and reason, interchange, can't replace the two,
nascent dew. tear drops. unearth a picture - painted boon:
you were a drifter, star-gazer far greater than the sun of your
parts. laid in clouds, or beyond, while i gazed at shoes.
i'm grateful, too, if now only for the place we knew
where we could never evade the truth, despite
every tête-à-tête representing your face as new.
space: the view.
i can trace the few
little remnants of quintessence.
...
10 minutes. i can un-rhyme/rhymes less it's just almost ingrained. tell me this was gay and stuff.
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