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 Mar 2020 Splashes of Surreal
N
In a dream
I drank the color
of your eyes,
and swallowed
the tone
of your voice
 Mar 2020 Splashes of Surreal
N
I’m feverishly lonesome,
and my wounded soul
is yearning for its doom

When I leave,
will the orchids in
my room still bloom?
Your smile is angelic,
Your scent is sedating,
Your voice is melodic
And only for you
I get this much poetic;
When you can't stop gushing
 Mar 2020 Splashes of Surreal
Joy
I've b l  o   w    n        my lungs clean
                                                           ­       e
                                                   k
                                        o
                     ­         m
of cigarette s
So why would you asumme
I wouldn't throw you   o
                                          u

             ­                              t
with the rest of the         trash
that cluttered my life
and poisoned my mind?
I want to be with you.
3/3/2020
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