Transience
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1 min readJun 25, 2016
Searching for a reflection of you inside of me
when I look at her every single night
transient bodies, eternal thoughts
what stands is free of chains in an instant
our weeping flows rejoined in a whirlpool
be my motion and my action
as the moon melts and leaks
in the lapse of a cigarette contemplating the dark.
