Illusion
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1 min readDec 30, 2016
How you occupy my thoughts
not realizing that I’m there
in your veins
through your hair
shaping a future you:
your eyes
a clouded lake
your lips
the colour of a humbled rose.
You’ll have been away
your skin as stones
polished by a persevering wind
trees in the way you speak
jade and maroon
endless movement
The relieve
when you didn’t comply
reality harsh or mellow
on your skin
as it occurs by the light,
singular.
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