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David
Poems
Jan 10
Untitled
I'm still laying in the tryst
in the triste
in the cold of heated passion
in the shadow of eclipse
A fleeting breeze cuts sharp and free
but it's not perfumed these days.
I may never leave this place.
And there's no one here but me.
The birds sing mating songs I envy,
With their beautiful simplicity.
Someone's blocking out my light
And there's no one here but me.
Our stains adorn my sheets of leaves;
A patina to the fruitless the tree
We planted to watch grow together
And there's no one here but me.
My shadow's seeped out of my skin,
Reflecting the without within.
I knew, I
Knew
we'd reunite
And there's no one here but me.
In the tryst,
In the triste,
In your purgatorial absence
I can't cross the river Styx.
Written by
David
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