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Vacant Moments
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Emotions Vacant winds breath
of feverless ripples
in static swirls
of tepid trance.
a song's ballad unfolding
the vermilion border
as wet chants croon
fingerprints of lips traced
ii.
I watched the moon
and compared it
to a night's kiss
of a mapped star,
falling
between the altar
where love rests
and the cemetery
where boxes
were slept in
For These Lines
"...and the cemetery
where boxes
were slept in"
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Thanks so much for the read today!
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My heart leaps at words I read too!
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