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Salt is the flavor of love
Impressions in the skin,
footsteps and fingerprints.
Timelines not chosen.
..the essence of the bitter pill.
Who can measure
the length of this journey,
or how deep the deceit?
Heroes fall,
into words and rubble
into worlds of painted blue.
Pulling back,
on unwashed curtains
both dust motes and angels
dance.
This is gold!
This is gold!
Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS
"Well, it's love, but not as we know it."
A 3 Pointer
"...worlds of painted blue..." Stellar imagery - slc