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Feb 2015
I woke in a dream of her skin
Seven layers of reasons I could not own
When the rain came and splashed on her soul
I spread the colors all around me

I’ve saved the sun for her today
Even though I could not hold it
And spilled it all over her
“Are these the stars that I owe you?”

The stone room she put me in
Still echoes without the windows
The gear box still stutters with rust
I can’t lose time without crying.

I could never find her time
Walking around with my heart full of clocks
And I cheated only with stolen second hand rewinds
I just could not make up for what I had lost.

© 2007
Neal Emanuelson
Written by
Neal Emanuelson  Amsterdam, Netherlands
(Amsterdam, Netherlands)   
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