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Candles
Light
Flowers
A delight
Something in this frame






Isn't quite right.

Orange, red
And a fiery blue
There's a sun I know
Who beams to protect,
Shines to slow
The sky
From its fated arrest

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Pages between
A blank that drowns
Hours to count
Someone at distance
Someone who knows
Someone unaware of the blanks that surround
Of the blanks i count

treat you more
be me less
i follow the heart
only to regret

So, I don’t keep tracks
Not today, not tomorrow
The sun rises around
And sets all the same
But I don’t keep a track
Not tomorrow, no more
I see it come to me
I see it drain out of me
I don’t know what is this way
But it is to somewhere
For at least
I know what not to do
Where not to go
I know where not to drown
What not to show
I know what not to hold
I don’t keep tracks no more