I remember the blurred vision,
And
Nose quivers.
The feeling of sadness free falling from my eyes.
I watched it take shape,
In the crevices of my palms.
Palmar Flexion.
My face was the night sky,
&
My eyes were the moon.
They controlled the tides,
And crashed the waves.
That night,
Actually,
Those 2 weeks,
I was stuck in the twilight.
Nov 13, 2018
Nov 13, 2018 at 6:42 AM UTC
I remember the blurred vision,
And
Nose quivers.
The feeling of sadness free falling from my eyes.
I watched it take shape,
In the crevices of my palms.
Palmar Flexion.
My face was the night sky,
&
My eyes were the moon.
They controlled the tides,
And crashed the waves.
That night,
Actually,
Those 2 weeks,
I was stuck in the twilight.
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