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By briana kassia Date: 2007 Aug 19 Comment on this Work [[2007.08.19.19.42.19924]] |
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like smoke our time is slipping away untouchable, ungraspable intangibility tiring me beyond enduring I keep trying feeling the pressing need to own our only time together I am unable to point to even the one memory of you only promises that root into my soul that pin me here however I may struggle: a moth that flew in an open window caught on the pinpoint of light the lying promise of love, fulfillment when only pain is actual and lavish moon-dusted wings are turned to ash and anguish death is freeing if frightfully final I can only hold to what little rest the heated afternoons bring I can only abide in the oblivious obscurity exhaustion the deep and dark ache of plans undone memories unmade smoke, but no fire |