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Nov 2012
Exhausted
somewhat cold
thoughts fall to your toes,

lips and every part
in between
my small hands fit into yours,

spaces
make me gray
slipping into melodies,

of piano keys
slow dancing
away,

I float delicately
as smoke takes me to
another place,

our sun shines
only when
the stars gleam,

as do your eyes when
you sing my mind
to sleep.
Β©AshleyKay2012
Ashley
Written by
Ashley  28/F/Colorado
(28/F/Colorado)   
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