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 Mar 2016
Rafael S Lasala
Equinox reddens
halfhearted cheeks
Bites from which
palates are made sweet

Though cores forgotten,
For in solitude
redness' cheeks hold,
the cyanide that lingers,

Left to rot,
untouched,  
its bitterness untold.
Cyanide is a strong base
 Jan 2016
Rafael S Lasala
Within me, the beauty I found,
echoes not from my mind, unsound.
Within me, the beauty I found,
comes from her whispers, so loud.
Into madness, I descend.
For I seek the words,
I cannot comprehend.
Do I? Am I?
 Jan 2016
Rafael S Lasala
I, the star, scintillating in Morse.
Millenniums, I wait for a response.
"I love you," I cried to souls alive.
Searching for love, my heart's deprived
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Flickerin­g, I saw you,
the dark blue,
as you cried, as you replied:
"I love you."

I, the star, scintillating in Morse
said: "Who are you?"
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Light-years,­ my message traveled
Millenniums, I waited once more...
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Flickering­, once more, I saw you,
the pale blue,
as again you cried, as again you replied:
"Who are you?"
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Then I realized,
only on your dark horizons we met,
only when the sun has set
only on your indigo oceans do my messages
reflect.
All you did was what I did. It was never love.

— The End —