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 Aug 2014
b s
H
Her eyes
were the faded green
of summer leaving
for the fall
unfinished
 Aug 2014
b s
Her evening breath

tasted of

cool peppermint.

                                        Her sweetest scent

                                        wrapped around

                                        my fingertips.
 Aug 2014
b s
to be wrapped up in arms

for the end of the world
 Aug 2014
b s
Drawing silver thread
from every dream caught
I sew my bones together
into sleep, into knots

— The End —