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Aug 2023
Silent thought, you’ve become the midday distance in my eyes
Looking through time, creating never-destinies

Silent thought, but so loud in my mind
Though your eyes melt
Like honey, into my soul
I find the markings of your face dissipate

My silent thought
I speak of you too often
I write of you too often
While another sits on your mind

And maybe your face.
Probably.
Written by
Kat Francis  Earth
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