it is hard
to look down
at these fragile hands
diamond fingerprints
dust and the sparkling rain,
we drank like champagne
tangled useless words
ceiling window filled with stars
and kaleidoscope riddles
time shivers and runs dry
we've given up flowering wine
blossoming hands on
ripe thighs
somehow i can't
shake the strange echo
of your heavy sigh.
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