Textures #15

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let me get lost

in the depths of may

for june will come

and with it

the flowers in bloom

shall shrink and rot

like unspoken poems

on the lips of my love

all lace and soft

you once lay on my bed

i wanted to… but i forget

clumsy the eyes

blurred the memories

my ears cannot anymore

your whispers feel

and the tears they come

as i sleepwalk at night

they keep me company

they remind me

that i am

alive

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