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Sep 2019
I breathe under the moonlight,
Conjuring the daylight reminiscent.
Heed these words unsupervised,
Recognize the bound collision.

I breathe through this slumber,
Perilous these nightmares awaken.
Take hold and never let go,
Empathize this known illusion.

What we were will not replicate,
So it goes the story knows the same.
The ending to all our beginnings,
Intertwine these dreams of wild nights.

We are transparent in the shadows,
Burning bridges for a glimpse of light.
The fables we tell ourselves each day,
Fumbling through inner darkened sights.

Defiled by the closing of our night.
Rob Metz
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Rob Metz  28/M/West Virginia
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