Cloud Mine

Feb. 5th, 2016 05:33 pm
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Her cloud white sclera

was pierced through by the sublime dark centre…

Telling of a loud and bright soul somewhere

beneath all that matter….



We talked over old ties and exchanged new lies —

the kind that become truths fostered by fears…

And when time was no more we kissed…

then we danced ’til the morning, sipping corpse revivers.




© Heath Muchena
http://htmm.wordpress.com/

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