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Destinesia
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Hyacinth garden
under streetlamp
lost in a dream
incisive in her disguise
when it might fall apart
to remember her tenderly
these curls of smoke in my mind
we went all that way
now we ignore why
these aren’t embers we’ve stoked
and I experienced lips that were sweeter than mine
like a comet that soars across the sky and dies away
the glowing view also fades
right into my own eyes
I to listen to the nigh
in complete darkness
it became a bare moment left alone
and forgotten
