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Jan 2019
It was killing me inside as I stood
outside in the rain watching leftover
love linger in the sky, the broken
memories scattered on the soggy
ground, shattered vowels sinking
underneath burned boulevards.
I tried to hide the pain and suppress
these deep thoughts whirling inside
my mind.  But it was all too hard.
I could hear your sweet music floating
in your kingdom, the saxophones
and trombones playing a hundred
mesmerizing sounds, uncharted
territories flying in high exuberance.
Everything that I wanted to feel was
out of my reach, the kisses and
iridescent touches, the kingdom of
your sparkling smiles and eyes,
bright thighs and ankles,  exquisite
chests and romantic hips.  It was
killing me inside that all these things
were so far away from me, the
amazing beauty shifting in missing
directions, vanishing in the cold distance,
luminescent streets of gleaming light
blinding my sight, dazed and blazed,
raged and caged, breaking and fading,
drifting in the bitter winds of wrecked
worlds.
Travis Green
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Travis Green  30/M/Middlesex, NC
(30/M/Middlesex, NC)   
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