wild horses. blue eyes.
full moon
in the long and short of
this page.
i will teach her to
believe in magic
that magic is real that
magik is
real. i will hold her
against
her back against my soul
and
guide her towards her
light.
salute her dreaming tears
and wash away her distant
particle dust.
in my dreams we
are waking up and
everything
around us floats grey.
stars are
flooding with distance
herlooms
and popular veins appear
once again;
we are the color in this
universe.
we are the shadows in
their coiled
palms. we are damned when
we
are diluted in his
spirit. we are
the next line of this
prayer.
thank you.
for finding me.
for loving me.
this is my beautifuls’
purpose.
your eyes in my heartbeat
my
nerves in your skin.
we are the beneath
of your particle dust.
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