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brynna Feb 2021
pulling petals
until march 5th
will it be you
that i share my life with
brynna Jan 2021
ink
you broke me like a pen
messy and dark
let my ink sink into your skin
and leave a permanent mark
simple but deep
brynna Jan 2021
you are but my sacred counterpart;
the universe's most precious art
who closes the tears,
who blows me soft air;
the one who i can not bear to see depart
brynna Jan 2021
through the corridor,
the steps of your heart have a beat
the balcony on the second floor,
the creases in my sheets
brynna Jan 2021
let's travel to the tracks trains play;
love like ghosts with endless pulses
for your heart holds the haul of many loves,
remembrance is but a losing game
brynna Jan 2021
guilt has not but one form,
but thousands
some persist in prolonged periods;
prowling through the past programs of the mind
while many blow wind in your eyes,
each time the sun goes down
not the best, but as i am suffering from covid i have learned more about guilt than i thought possible
brynna Dec 2020
sun through the window,
the beat of your heart
through your white wedding dress,
i trace reflections art
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