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 Nov 2017 lia
Marco Amora
I chase the pretty things in life
that leave me

I bike towards sunsets that
Flee towards twilight
And seek smiles that bury themselves
Into melancholy hearts

Silently I creep towards
Dreams that play in technicolor slides
That hold pictures of you and I
Trapped in yesterday’s dreams

And we dance and we sway
In the white chocolate moonlight
Till you gently fade away
Along with the night

I wish upon the morning
And all its stars to keep
My lonely heart busy enough
To keep from missing you

And to hope and faith
And light and shadow
And love and its sisters
I pray

That you may never curse a heart
As harshly
As cruelly
As truly
As you did mine
Written during one of the greatest sunsets I've ever witnessed

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