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Jul 2017
Brush fire,
feverish fervor
drowned.
Hands cup my face,
fingers coil around loose tendrils,
lips plunge into cold water immersion.
Heart stops,
voltaic pulses converge,
burst avidity.

Can't stop.

False affection,
eidolon.
Mouth sewn,
pushed under,
yearned for truth.

Thinking about you.

Eyes wide open,
phantom tether
grasp unto nothing.
All becomes dust.
aria xero
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aria xero
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     Fawn and Lior Gavra
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