Distance

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Love

My heart stops,

My mind wakes,

My soul breaths fire

through ever orifice it can muster.

 

This chared depth is no longer safe,

The dazzling surface no long home,

Yet I can't seem to steer the horse,

The reigns are severing under tension,

Though an angel in the distance beckons,

And I hear her honey-eyed words,

And her beautiful face,

I am lost within her mind, spirit, and soul.

 

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