An amulet of frolicking scent turned texture in my fingers,
I held you around my neck,
like a marveling clog to my throat.
Phlegm regurgitating on a cycle of sentiments,
followed by looks of welled over senile tears
Irrefutable gravitation has amplified over the absent years.
Nearing,
closing in-
but still with a particular sense of separation,
a guard builds high with a width of preservation.
Oct 21, 2018
Oct 21, 2018 at 2:04 PM UTC
An amulet of frolicking scent turned texture in my fingers,
I held you around my neck,
like a marveling clog to my throat.
Phlegm regurgitating on a cycle of sentiments,
followed by looks of welled over senile tears
Irrefutable gravitation has amplified over the absent years.
Nearing,
closing in-
but still with a particular sense of separation,
a guard builds high with a width of preservation.
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